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[00:15.02]Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
[00:19.19]How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair
[00:23.26]How can ye chant, ye little bird
[00:26.78]Well I sae weary, fu' o' care
[00:30.26]Oh you break my he'rt, y' warbling bird
[00:34.16]That wantons thro' the flowering thorn
[00:38.10]Ye minds me o' departed joys
[00:41.60]Departed, never to return
[00:50.34]Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon
[00:55.29]To see the rose and woodbine twine
[00:59.10]And ilka bird sang o' its luve
[01:02.70]And fondly sae did I o' mine
[01:06.70]Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
[01:10.11]Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree
[01:13.42]And my fause Lover stole my rose
[01:17.38]But ah! he left the thorn wi' me
[01:49.58]Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
[01:53.27]How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair
[01:56.86]How can ye chant, ye little bird
[02:00.96]Well I sae weary, fu' o' care
[02:04.46]Oh you break my he'rt, y' warbling bird
[02:08.83]That wantons thro' the flowering thorn
[02:12.01]Ye minds me o' departed joys
[02:15.80]Departed, never to return
[02:19.07]Ye minds me o' departed joys
[02:23.05]Departed, never to return