“Ye banks and braes o' bonny 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.”

— Robert Burns

The Banks o' Doon, st. 1
Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787-1796)

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Scottish poet and lyricist 1759–1796

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