wee lassie sings Ye Banks And Braes O' Bonnie Doon by Robert Burns

At the Robert Burns cottage in Alloway, this young Scottish lass sang a capella for me, in the traditional Scots manner.
In searching for the lyrics, I found a number of versions, none of them the one she sang.Find below the one that is the closest.


Ye Banks and Braes O'Bonnie Doon
by Robert Burns
(1759-1796)

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

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird
That sings upon the bough;
Thou minds me o' the happy days
When my fause Luve was true.

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird
That sings beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
And wist na o' my fate.

Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon
To see the woodbine twine,
And ilka bird sang o' its love;
And sae did I o' mine.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Frae aff its thorny tree;
And my fause luver staw the rose,
But left the thorn wi' me.