Ye Banks And Braes by Robert Burns, sung by Robin Williamson

Has there ever been a more sorrowful expression of lost love?

[@Auntyalias2014]

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon How ye can bloom so fresh and fair How can ye chant ye little birds And I sae weary fu' o' care Ye'll break my heart ye warbling birds That wantons thro' the flowering thorn Ye mind me o' departed joys Departed never to return Oft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon To see the rose and woodbine twine And ilka bird sang o' its love And fondly sae did I o' mine Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree But my false lover stole my rose But ah! She left the thorn wi' me Glossary bonnie: pretty braes: hills fu': full hae: have ilka: each oft: often sae: so wantons: disrespectful

[@Teddyb1939]

Love this version, beautiful brass accompaniment.

[@WildeNotesMusic]

Beautiful rendition. I wish it included both verses.