Ye Banks and Braes (Traditional)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-17). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 373 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1927 Bruce, Clements and Co.
Original text and translations
Lowland Scots text
Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary, fu’ o’ care?
The’ll break my heart, ye warbling birds
That wanton through the flowery thorn;
Ye mind me o’ departed joys,
Departed, never to return.
Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon
To see the rose and woodbine twine:
And ilka bird sang o’ its Luve,
And fondly did I sae o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause Luver staw my rose
But ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.