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 Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon ♪ 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 Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird That wantons on through the flowery thorn Ye 'mind me o' departed joys Departed, never to return ♪ Aft' hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon By morning and by evening shine To hear the birds sing o' their loves As fondly once I sang o' mine Wi' lightsome heart I stretched my hand And pu'd a rosebud from the tree But my false lover stole the rose And left, and left the thorn wi' me Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can we chant, ye little birds And I sae weary, fu' o' care