[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Burns
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Burns
[00:15.738]Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
[00:22.837]How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
[00:30.635]How can ye chant, ye little birds,
[00:38.718]And I sae weary fu' o' care!
[00:46.497]Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
[00:54.094]That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
[01:03.140]Thou minds me o' departed joys,
[01:10.412]Departed never to return.
[01:24.977]Aft hae I rov'd by Bonie Doon,
[01:32.501]To see the rose and woodbine twine:
[01:40.030]And ilka bird sang o' its Luve,
[01:47.806]And fondly sae did I o' mine;
[01:55.096]Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
[02:02.596]Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!
[02:11.379]And may fause Luver staw my rose,
[02:19.156]But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

作词 : Robert Burns
作曲 : Burns
Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.
Aft hae I rov'd by Bonie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine:
And ilka bird sang o' its Luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine;
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!
And may fause Luver staw my rose,
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.