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Published on Aug 14, 2007
At the Robert Burns cottage in Alloway, this young Scottish lass sang a capella for me, in the traditional Scots manner. In searching for the lyrics, I found a number of versions, none of them the one she sang.Find below the one that is the closest.
Ye Banks and Braes O'Bonnie Doon by Robert Burns (1759-1796)
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fair! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie 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 bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate.
Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love; And sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose Frae aff its thorny tree; And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi' me.