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==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Ye Banks and Braes''<br>
'''Title:''' ''Ye banks and braes''<br>
{{Composer|Jeremy Rawson}}
{{Composer|Jeremy Rawson}}
{{Lyricist|Robert Burns}}
{{Lyricist|Robert Burns}}
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'''Published:''' 2007
'''Published:''' 2007


'''Description:''' An arrangement of the Scottish folk song for SATB with piano. This is one of Ten British Folk Song arrangements. See the composer page for the others.
'''Description:''' Harmonisation of a melody, originally composed by James Miller as ''The Caledonian Hunt's delight''. An arrangement for SATB with piano. This is one of Ten British Folk Song arrangements. See the composer page for the others.


'''External websites:'''
'''External websites:'''

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Editor: Jeremy Rawson (submitted 2009-07-14).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 35 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Ye banks and braes
Composer: Jeremy Rawson
Lyricist: Robert Burns

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Published: 2007

Description: Harmonisation of a melody, originally composed by James Miller as The Caledonian Hunt's delight. An arrangement for SATB with piano. This is one of Ten British Folk Song arrangements. See the composer page for the others.

External websites:

Original text and translations

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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, full o' care?
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird,
That warble on the flowery thorn,
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.

Oft have I roved by bonnie Doon
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
By morning and by evening shine
To hear the birds sing o' their loves,
As fondly once I sang o' mine;
Wi' lightsome heart I stretched my hand
And pulled a rosebud from the tree
But my lover stole the rose
And left, and left the thorn wi' me.