Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonnie bird
That sings beside thy mate; 10
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
And wist na o’ my fate.
Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon
To see the woodbine twine,
And ilka bird sang o’ its love; 15
And sae did I o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Frae aff its thorny tree;