Alasdair Roberts - Ye banks and braes o bonnie doon

Ye banks and ^Gbraes o' ^Cbonnie ^FDoon How ^Ccan ye ^Ambloom so ^Ffresh and ^Gfair? How ^Ccan you ^Gsing, you ^Cmaj7little ^Fbird? And ^CI so ^Fweary, ^Amfull o' ^Ccare

You'll break my ^Cmaj7heart, you ^Cwarblin' ^Cmaj7bird That ^Cwanders ^Cmaj7through the ^Fflowerin' ^Gthorn You '^Cmind me ^Gof de^Cmaj7parted ^Fjoys De^Cparted, ^Fnever ^Amto re^Cturn

I've often ^Grode by ^Cbonnie ^FDoon To ^Csee the ^Amrose and ^Fwoodbine ^Gtwine And ^Cevery ^Gbird sang ^Cmaj7of its ^Flove And ^Cfondly ^Fso did ^AmI o' min^Ce

With lightsome ^Cmaj7heart I ^Cpulled a ^Cmaj7rose From ^Csweet u^Cmaj7pon its ^Fthorny ^Gtree But ^Cmy false ^Glover ^Cmaj7stole my ^Frose And, ^Coh, she ^Fleft the ^Amthorn for ^Cme

Ye banks and ^Gbraes o' ^Cbonnie ^FDoon How ^Ccan ye ^Ambloom so ^Ffresh and ^Gfair? How ^Ccan you ^Gsing, you ^Cmaj7little ^Fbird? And ^CI so ^Fweary, ^Amfull o' ^Ccare