Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
Robert Burns CXXXIX. “Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon”Y
How can ye bloom 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.
Frae aff its thorny tree;
And my fause Luver staw the rose
But left the thorn wi’ me.