Текст песни Ye Banks and Braes - Alaka Chakraborty

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds
And I sae weary, fu' o' care!

You will break my heart, you warbling bird
That frolics through the flowering thorn
You remind me of departed joys
Departed never to return

Oft have I roved by bonnie Doon
By morning and by evening sky
To hear the bird sing of the love
As fondly once I sang of mine

With lightsome heart I stretched my hand
And pulled a rosebud from the tree
But my false lover stole the rose
And left and left the thorn with me