Ye Flowery Banks Poem by Robert Burns
Ye Flowery Banks
Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little 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 false love 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 wood-bine twine,
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pulled a rose
Frae aff its thorny tree;
And my false luver stole my rose
But left the thorn wi' me.
tragic funny: fu' o' care, dumped on desire for falling for beauty not money - see Hey For A Lass Wi' A Tocher
Flowery bank and bank motivates mind. This is definitely very interesting poem well penned and a nice poem of the day.
When my false love was true.... And other truths.... Excellent choice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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'Tis a pity tha' romancin' wuth a poem Is a na contest with tha fella that mae his point between her legs She thinks, ah this is better