Craigie-burn Wood—–A Song-

1
Sweet closes the evening on Craigieburn-wood,
And blythely awaukens the morrow;
But the pride o' the spring in the Craigieburn-wood
Can yield to me nought but sorrow.--
2
I see the spreading leaves and flowers,
I hear the wild birds singing;
But pleasure they hae nane for me
While care my heart is wringing.
3
I can na tell, I maun na tell,
I daur na for your anger:
But secret love will break my heart,
If I conceal it langer.
4
I see thee gracefu', straight and tall,
I see thee sweet and bonie;
But Oh, what will my torments be,
If thou refuse thy Johnie!
5
To see thee in another's arms,
In love to lie and languish:
'Twad be my dead, that will be seen,
My heart wad burst wi' anguish!
6
But Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,
Say thou loes nane before me;
And a' may days o' life to come
I’ll gratefully adore thee,
Old Chorus
Beyond thee, Dearie, beyond thee, Dearie,
And O to be lying beyond thee!
O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep,
That's laid in the bed beyond thee.---