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the banks o&039; doon—third version

ye banks and braes o&039; bonie doon,

how can ye bloo sae fresh and fair?

how can ye chant, ye little birds,

and i sae weary fu&039; o&039; care!

thou&039;ll break y heart, thou warblg bird,

that wantons thro&039; the flowerg thorn:

thou ds o&039; departed joys,

departed never to return

aft hae i rov&039;d by bonie doon,

to see the rose and woodbe e:

and ilka bird sang o&039; its ve,

and fondly sae did i o&039; e;

wi&039; light heart i pu&039;d a rose,

fu&039; sweet upon its thorny tree!

and ay fae ver staw y rose,

but ah! he left the thorn wi&039;