Th B O D —F V（1 / 1）

the banks o&039; doon—first version

sweet are the banks—the banks o&039; doon,

the spreadg flowers are fair,

and everythg is blythe and gd,

but i a fu&039; o&039; care

thou&039;ll break y heart, thou bonie bird,

that sgs upon the bough;

thou ds o&039; the happy days

when y fae ve was true:

thou&039;ll break y heart, thou bonie bird,

that sgs beside thy ate;

for sae i sat, and sae i sang,

and wist na o&039; y fate

aft hae i rov&039;d by bonie doon,

to see the woodbe e;

and ilka birds sang o&039; its ve,

and sae did i o&039; e:

wi&039; light heart i pu&039;d a rose,

upon its thorny tree;

but y fae ver staw y rose

and left the thorn wi&039; :

wi&039; light heart i pu&039;d a rose,

upon a orn june;

and sae i flourished on the orn,

and sae was pu&039;d or noon!