1]
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?!
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro' the flow'ring thorn!
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed never tae return.

BRIDGE

2]
Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon
Tae see the rose and woodbine twine,
And ilka bird sang o' its love,
And I fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!
And my fause lover staw my rose...
But ah! she left the thorn wi' me.

HARP SOLO BRIDGE

3] REPEAT FIRST VERSE