Songs by Robert Burns

Bob Hay & the Jolly Beggars song book
Bonnie Doon

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Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
     C       Am       F         G
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
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How can ye chant, ye little birds,
     C        Am    F      C
And I'm sae weary, fu' o' care!
        C    F    C       C   F    C
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird,
      C        Am         F         G
That wantons through the flow'ring thorn,
    C      G     C      G
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
   C      Am    F     C
Departed never to return.

Oft ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pull'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon the thorny tree;
But my fause lover stole the rose,
And left, and left the thorn wi' me.