Текст песни Burns Robert - The Banks O Doon
Burns Robert - The Banks O Doon слова песни
The Banks O` Doon (Robert Burns)Ye flowery banks o`bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair;How can ye chant, ye 1ittle birds, And I sae fu`o`care!Thou`ll break my heart, thou bonie 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 bonie bird That sings beside thy mate;For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o`my fate.Aft hae I rov`d by bonie Doon, To see the wood-bine twine,And ilka bird sang o`its love, And sae did I o`mine.Wi`1ightsome heart I pu`d a rose Frae aff its thorny tree,And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi`me.Wi`1ightsome heart I pu`d a rose, Upon a mom in June:And sae I flourish`d on the morn, And sae was pu`d or noon!Note: Tune is Cambdelmore (328A)filename[BANKBRA2play.exe BANKBRA2ARB===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===