THE BANKS O' DOON.

TUNE-"The Caledonian Hunt's delight."

YE banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair!
How can ye chant, ye little birds,

And I sae weary fu' o' care!

Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o' departed joys,

Departed-never to return.

Thou❜lt break my heart, thou bonie bird,

That sings beside thy mate,

For sae I sat, and sae I sang,

And wistna o' my fate.

Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon,

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To see the rose and woodbine twine;

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And ilka bird sang o' its luve,

And fondly sae did I o' mine.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause luver stole my rose,

But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Upon a morn in June;

And sae I flourish'd on the morn,
And sae was pu'd on noon.

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MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, 5
The birthplace of valor, the country of worth;

Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,

The hills of the Highlands forever I love.

Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;

Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;

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Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

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1 "Duncan Gray is that kind of light-horse gallop of an air which precludes sentiment. The ludicrous is its ruling feature" (BURNS).

2 Ailsa Craig is an island rock in the Firth of Clyde, opposite Girvan. 3 To drown himself.