The Banks O' Doon (Third Version)

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


Gerda Stevenson
Eddi Reader

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1791 and is read here by Gerda Stevenson.

Themes for this song

love regret nature

Locations for this song


Selected for 13 March

Here is Burns’ third song with the same title, theme and backdrop. Try, try and try again? Third time lucky? This was one of Byron’s favourite songs and many share his fondness for its arrestingly simple, sylvan imagery and melancholy mood. This last and best version of The Banks O’ Doon was probably produced not long after the first poem of that name, the original version of which was included with a letter from March 11, 1791.

Donny O'Rourke

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