Ye banks and braes/ A dhúthaigh shéimh

File: Robert Burns Cumadóir: James Miller

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon How ye can bloom so fresh and fair How can ye chaunt ye little birds And I sae weary fu' o' care Ye'll break my heart ye warbling birds That wantons thro' the flowering thorn Ye mind me o' departed joys Departed never to return Oft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon To see the rose and woodbine twine And ilka bird sang o' its love And fondly sae did I o' mine Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree But my false lover stole my rose But ah! She left the thorn wi' me

A dhúthaigh shéimh  A dhúthaigh shéimh cois Abhainn Dhùin Faoi bhláth inniu chomh húr chomh breá Cén chantain agaibh, a éiníní, Is mise anseo is mo chroí á leá. Táim bristechroíoch, a éiníní, Is sibh os cionn an draighin faoi bhláth Is cuimhin liom laethanta fadó Nach bhfillfidh orainn arís go brách. Is gnách liom siúl cois Abhainn Dhùin An féithleann, an rós le chéile táid Is na héin ag canadh ar aon chraobh Ag canadh atá siad faoi mo ghrá. Go haerach phiocas féin an rós A fhásann thíos cois Abhainn Dhùin Mo leannán cam do ghoid an rós Is d’fhág agamsa an dealg rúin.