|Performer:||Mr. Alexander Prince|
|Title:||Honest Toil / Ye Banks And Braes|
|Other format:||AHX WAV XM DMF AA APE ADX|
The Banks O' Doon" (Modern Scots: The Banks o Doon) is a Scots song written by Robert Burns in 1791, sometimes known as "Ye Banks and Braes" (after the opening line of the third version). Burns set the lyrics to an air called The Caledonian Hunt's Delight. Its melodic schema was also used for Phule Phule Dhole Dhole, a song by Bengali poet Rabindranath Tagore.
Producer – Laura MacKenzie, Ross Sutter. Recorded By, Mixed By, Mastered By – Miles Hanson, Steve Wiese. Voice, Flute, Bagpipes, Whistle, Concertina – Laura MacKenzie. Words By – Robert Burns (4). 메모. Songs and Music of Robert Burns (1759-1796, Scotland). Recorded, mixed and mastered at Creation Audio, Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Ye banks & braes of bonnie doon How can ye bloom sae fresh & fair How can ye chant ye tiny wee birds And I sae weary & nae full o' care Ye break me heart; ye birds that sing That warble through the flowery thorn Ye remind me of a departed joy Departed forever tae never return.
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Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon How can ye bloom sae 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 wanton through the flowery thorn, Ye mind me o' departed joys, Departed, never to return. Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the rose and woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love, And fondly sae did I o' mine.
|A||–Mr. Alexander Prince*||Honest Toil
Concertina, Soloist – Mr. Alexander Prince*
|B||–Mr. Robert Mackenzie*||Ye Banks And Braes
Clarinet, Soloist – Mr. Robert Mackenzie*