William Julius Mickle.
CLIV
THE BANKS OF DOON.
Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fair!
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu’ o’ care!
Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonnie bird 5
That sings upon the bough;
Thou minds me o’ the happy days
When my fause Luve was true.