Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, br How can ye blume sae fair? br How can ye chant, ye little birds, br And I sae fu' o' care? br br Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, br That sings upon the bough; br Thou minds me o' the happy days, br When my false love was true. br br Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, br That sings beside thy mate; br For sae I sat, and sae I sang, br And wist na o' my fate. br br Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon br To see the wood-bine twine, br And ilka bird sang o' its luve, br And sae did I o' mine. br br Wi' lightsome heart I pulled a rose br Frae aff its thorny tree; br And my false luver stole my rose br But left the thorn wi' me.