I.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?
II.Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,That sings upon the bough:Thou minds me o' the happy daysWhen my fause Luve was true!
III.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!
IV.
Aft hae I rov'd by bonie DoonTo see the woodbine twine,And ilka bird sang o' its luve,And sae did I o' mine.
V.Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a roseFrae aff its thorny tree,And my fause luver staw my rose,But left the thorn wi' me.
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Robert Burns, also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, the National
Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet and various other names
and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as
the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide.
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