Текст (слова) песни: Burns Robert - The Banks O Doon
The Banks O` Doon (Robert Burns) Ye flowery banks o`bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair; How can ye chant, ye 1ittle 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. Aft hae I rov`d by bonie Doon, To see the wood-bine twine, And ilka bird sang o`its love, And sae did I o`mine. Wi`1ightsome heart I pu`d a rose Frae aff its thorny tree, And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi`me. Wi`1ightsome heart I pu`d a rose, Upon a mom in June: And sae I flourish`d on the morn, And sae was pu`d or noon! Note: Tune is Cambdelmore (328A) filename[BANKBRA2 play.exe BANKBRA2 ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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