Craigieburn Wood

Sweet closes the evening on Craigieburn wood

And blithely awakens the morrow

But the pride o the spring in the Craigieburn wood

Can yield me nought but sorrow

Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee dearie

Oh to be lying beyond thee

Oh sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep

That"s laid in the bed beyond thee

I see the spreading leaves and flooers

I hear the wild birds singing

But pleesure they hae nane for me

While care my hairt is wringing

I can na tell, I maun na tell

I dare na for your anger

But secret love will break my hairt

If I conceal it langer

I see the graceful, straight and tall

I see thee sweet and bonnie

But oh what will my torments be

If thou refuse thy Johnie

But Jeanie say thou wilt be mine

Say though loes nane before me

And all o my days o life to come

I"ll gratefully adore thee