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 love 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.
from Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon) by Robert Burns. Read entire: Click here: RPO -- Robert Burns : Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon)