the banks o' doon—second version
ye flowery banks o' bonie doon,
how can ye blume sae fair?
how can ye chant, ye little birds,
and i sae 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.