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II. LOVE : GENERAL
III
No. 121. Sweet are the banks — the banks d Doon.
(first version.)
Tune : Canibdelmore. Bremner's Reels, 1761, p. 92.
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Sweet are the banks — the banks o' Doon, The spreading flowers are fair, And
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every-thing is blythe and glad, But I am fu' o' care. Thou'll break my heart.
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thou bo-nie bird, That sings up-on the bough ! Thou minds me o' the hap-py days
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When my fause Luve was true : Thou'll break my heart, thou bo-nie bird That sings
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be-side thy mate, For sae I sat, and sae I sang. And wist na o' my fate.
Sweet are the banks — the banks o' Doon,
The spreading flowers are fair,
And everything is blythe and glad,
But I am fu' o' care.
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird
That sings upon the bough !
Thou minds me o' the happy days
When my fause Luve was true :
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird
That sings beside thy mate,
For sae I sat, and sae I sang.
And wist na o' my fate !
Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon
To see the woodbine twine.
And ilka bird sang o' its Luve,
And sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Upon its thorny tree,
But my fause luver staw ray rose.
And left the thorn wi' me :
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Upon a morn in June,
And sae I flourished on the morn,
And sae was pu'd or noon.