The Doon is a river in Scotland.
(Scottish folk tune, Lyrics by Robert Burns, 1843)
Ye banks and braes of Bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom so fresh and fair?
How can ye chant ye little birds
While I so weary, full of care?
Ye’ll break my heart, ye warbling birds
That wanton o’er the flowering thorn
Ye mind me o’ departed joys
Departed never to return
Oft have I been by Bonnie Doon
To see the rose and woodbine twine
And ilka bird sang of all its joy
And fondly so did I with mine
Wi’ lightsome heart I pulled a rose
Full sweet upon its flowering tree
And my false lover he stole my rose
But ah! he left the thorn with me
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