Alasdair Roberts Ye Banks and Braes O' Bonnie Doom歌词

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o' care! Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowering thorn! Thou minds me o' departed joy

As I came in by Fiddichside on a May morning I spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning 'Turn again, turn again, turn again I bid ye If you burn Auchindoun, Huntly he will heid ye' 'Heid me, hang me, that shall never fear me I'll burn Auchin

Oh, where have you been to, Lord Ronald, my son? Oh, where have you been to, my handsome young man? I've been to the green wood Mother, make my bed soon For I'm weary 'o hunting And fain would lie down What had ye for dinner, Lord Ronald, my son? Wha

What are you doing, soldier bold? Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. What are you doing, soldier bold? Slowly growing old, said he. Of what is the world made, soldier bold? Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. A little light, and a little sha

the regions storm 暴风袭来 but i beat my heart on 我心遑遑 says how bonnie is my love than dying(s) 倾诉着邦妮是我置死不渝的爱人 tidings run 消息传来 majors set off gone 人们四处奔跑 to see how bonnie is my love than dying 来看看邦妮是我置死不渝的爱人 hope she rises his in arm like he's somether

Little birds' sitting up on the wire Singing your song like your soul's on fire It's not too familiar too I feel just like you Echo of a frayed train whistle blowing Crying on that and no one knows it Lonely on a oneway track I feel just like that Bl

Uhh uhh uhh. You ready B? Let's go get 'em.. Look for me! Young, B Cruisin down the westside - high, way Doing what we like to do - our, way Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason all of my dates been blind dates But today, I got my thoroughest

You're the mother of the southland, Where I was born and bred, You're in my heart and everything I do. Yeah you always have a place for me To rest my weary head, And I will always love you bonnie blue. Bonnie blue, is your Spanish moss still hanging?

Everyone knows I'm right about one thing You and I don't work out You bring out the mean in me I bring out your insecurities You know what I am talking about Eventually you'll be fine if we break up And one day I'll be fine too But we should just end