Craigieburn Wood |
Robert Burns, 1791
Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the spring on the Craigieburn Wood Can yield me naught but sorrow. 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!
2. I see the spreading leaves and flowers,
3. I can na tell, I maun na tell,
4. I see thee gracefu, straight, and tall,
5. To see thee in another's arms
6. But, Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine, |
Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn, And blythe awakes the morrow; But a' the pride o' Spring's return Can yield me nocht but sorrow.
2. I see the flowers and spreading trees,
3. Fain, fain would I my griefs impart,
4. If thou refuse to pity me, |