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 bonnie bird, br    That sings upon the bough; br Thou minds me o' the happy days br    When my fause luve 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 wistna o' my fate. br br Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon, br    To see the woodbine twine; br And ilka bird sang o' its luve, br    And sae did I o' mine. br br Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose br    Upon a morn in June; br And sae I flourish'd on the morn, br    And sae was pu'd or' noon. br br Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose br    Upon its thorny tree; br But my fause luver staw my rose, br    And left the thorn wi' me.