 | Robert Burns, Alexander Smith - Hymns - 1910 - 706 pages
...the morn, And sae was pu'd on noon. VERSION PRINTED IN THE MUSICAL MUSEUM. YE flowery banks o' bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds... | |
 | Alfred Noyes - English poetry - 1911 - 446 pages
...memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. LANDOR. Ye Banks and Braes .£> o •e> YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care ! Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings upon the bough, Thou minds... | |
 | English poetry - 1911 - 784 pages
...every blow ! — Let us Do or Die ! THE BANKS OF DOON (Second version, 1791) Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair ? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care! Thou'll break my heart, thou bonic bird, That sings upon the bough! Thou minds me... | |
 | Jon Stallworthy - Literary Criticism - 1986 - 422 pages
...own self, are changed For a dream's sake. Robert Burns THE BANKS O' BOON Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care ! BURNS • BLAKE Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird That sings upon the bough;... | |
 | Farah J. Griffin, Cheryl J. Fish - Literary Collections - 1999 - 388 pages
...another deluge of his racy narration. He knew most of Bobby Bums by heart; and his favorite poem was, Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon. How can ye blume sae fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care? Finally we made landfall at Madeira and dropped anchor at Funchal. Here we took... | |
 | Sara Donati - Fiction - 2010 - 674 pages
...without hesitation, her voice steady but a little rough with disuse: Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doow, How can ye blume sae fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care! Mr. Thornburn 's jaw sagged, and then snapped sharply closed. "A Red Indian wha'... | |
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Doon, How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o' the happy days, When my fause luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou... 
