X:1
T:Ye Banks And Braes
B:The Scottish Students' Songbook. Pub. Bayley & Ferguson
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:100
K:Bb
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w:Ye banks and braes* o' bo_nnie Doon* How can* ye bloom* so fresh* and fair?
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w:How* can ye chaunt,* ye litt_le birds,* And I* sae wea_ry fu'* o' care!
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w:Ye'll break my heart,* ye warb-ling birds,* That wan_ton through_ the flowe_ry thorn,
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w:Ye* mind me o'* de-par_ted joys,* De-par_ted ne_ver to* re-turn.
W:Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
W:How can ye bloom so fresh and fair?
W:How can ye chaunt, ye little birds,
W:And I sae weary fu' o' care!
W:Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds,
W:That wanton through the flowery thorn,
W:Ye mind me o' departed joys,
W:Departed never to return.
W:
W:Of't ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon,
W:To see the rose and the woodbine twine;
W:And ilka bird sang o' its love,
W:And fondly sae did I o' mine.
W:Wi' lighsome heart I pu'd a rose,
W:Fu' sweet upont its thorny tree,
W:But my fause lover stole my rose,
W:And ah! he left the thorn with me.
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