Ye banks and braes of bonnie doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh & fair
How can ye chant ye tiny wee birds
And I sae weary & nae full o' care
Ye break me heart; ye birds that sing
That warble through the flowery thorn
Ye remind me of a departed joy
Departed forever tae never return
I've often roamed by bonnie doon
To walk by the ocean, the wind & the sky
And like the birdees that sing o' their love,
Sae fondly say did I of mine
With lightsome heart I spied a rose
So sweet and aglow on thorny tree
And my false love did steal that rose
And all she left me was but a thorn