William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The Banks o DoonRobert Burns (17591796)
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How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu’ o’ care!
That sings upon the bough!
Thou minds me o’ the happy days
When my fause Luve was true.
That sings beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
And wist na o’ my fate.
To see the woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o’ its Luve,
And sae did I o’ mine.
Upon its thorny tree;
But my fause Luver staw my rose,
And left the thorn wi’ me.
Upon a morn in June;
And sae I flourish’d on the morn,
And sae was pu’d or moon.