Thou Bonny Wood of Craigie Lea! |
Robert Tannahill
Chorus: |: Thou bonny wood of Craigie lea! :| Near thee I pass'd life's early day, And won my Mary's heart in thee.
The broom, the brier, the birken bush,
2. Far ben thy dark green planting's shade, | 3. Awa', ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang, Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee ! They'll sing you yet a canty sang, Then, O in pity let them be! Chorus:
4. When Winter blaws in sleety show'rs
5. Though fate should drag me south the line, |