Ye Banks and Braes D A D G Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, D G D A How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? D A D G How can ye chant, ye little birds, D G A7 D And I'm sae weary, fu' o' care D Thou'll break my heart, ye warbling bird, D Em A7 That wantons through the flow'ring thorn, D A D G Thou minds me o' departed joys, D G A7 D Departed never to return. D A D G Oft ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon, D G D A To see the rose and woodbine twine D A D G And ilka bird sang o' its luve, D G A7 D And fondly sae did I o' mine. D Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, D Em A7 Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree D A D G And may fause lover staw my rose, D G A7 D But ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.