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Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, | |||
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? | |||
How can ye chant, ye little birds, | |||
And I sae weary, full o' care? | |||
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird, | |||
That warble on the flowery thorn, | |||
Ye mind me o' departed joys, | |||
Departed never to return. | |||
Oft have I roved by bonnie Doon | |||
To see the rose and woodbine twine; | |||
By morning and by evening shine | |||
To hear the birds sing o' their loves, | |||
As fondly once I sang o' mine; | |||
Wi' lightsome heart I stretched my hand | |||
And pulled a rosebud from the tree | |||
But my lover stole the rose | |||
And left, and left the thorn wi' me. | |||
</poem> | |||
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CPDL #19774:
- Editor: Jeremy Rawson (submitted 2009-07-14). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 35 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Ye Banks and Braes
Composer: Jeremy Rawson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2007
Description: An arrangement of the Scottish folk song for SATB with piano. This is one of Ten British Folk Song arrangements. See the composer page for the others.
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Original text and translations
English text
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary, full o' care?
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird,
That warble on the flowery thorn,
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.
Oft have I roved by bonnie Doon
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
By morning and by evening shine
To hear the birds sing o' their loves,
As fondly once I sang o' mine;
Wi' lightsome heart I stretched my hand
And pulled a rosebud from the tree
But my lover stole the rose
And left, and left the thorn wi' me.