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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats. The site is also available in several languages.
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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 wearey, fu’ o’ care? Thou’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro’ the flow’ring thorn, Thou minds me o’ departed joys, departed never to return.
Aft ha’e I rov’d by bonnie Doon to see the rose and woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o’ its luve, and fondly sae did I o’ mine Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree, But my fause lover staw my rose, but ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.