Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon)

BY ROBERT BURNS

Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
         How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
         And I sae fu' o' care?

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,
         That sings upon the bough;
Thou minds me o' the happy days,
         When my fause love was true.

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,
         That sings beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
         And wist na o' my fate.

Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon
         To see the wood-bine twine,
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
         And sae did I o' mine.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
         Frae aff its thorny tree;
And my fause luver staw my rose
         But left the thorn wi' me.

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Burn is the most well known poet in the Lallans language (Lowland Scots language). 

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