Ye banks and braes oh bonnie doon
How can ye swoon say fresh and fair.
How can ye chant ye little birds
That I say weary full oh care?
Ye'll break my heart
Ye little birds
That wander through the flowery thorn.
Ye mind me oh departed joys
Departed never to return.
Oft have I roved through bonnie doon
To see the blume and woodbine twine
And ilka bird sings oh 'tis love
And how I wish I were wi' mine.
Ye'll break my heart
Ye little birds
That wander through the flowery thorn.
Ye mind me oh departed joys
Departed never to return.