The Music Of Scotland

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    Bonnie Doon
    Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
    How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
    How can ye chaunt, ye little birds
    And I sae weary full o' care?
    Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird
    That wantons thro' the flow'ry thorn
    Ye mind o' departed joys
    Departed never to return.

    Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon
    To see the rose and woodbine twine
    And ilka bird sang o' its love
    And fondly sae did I o' mine
    Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
    Full sweet upon its thorny tree
    And my fause lover stole my rose
    But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.


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