Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
Robert Burns CXXXIX. Ye banks and braes o bonnie DoonY
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.