Craigie-burn-wood 1

Sweet closes the evening on Craigie-burn-wood,

And blithely awaukens the morrow;

But the pride of the spring in the Craigie-burn-wood.

Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.

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!

I see the spreading leaves and flowers,

I hear the wild birds singing;

But pleasure they ha'e nane for me,

While care my heart is wringing.

I canna tell, I winna tell,

I darena for your anger;

But secret love will break my heart,

If I conceal it langer.

I see thee gracefu', straight, and tall,

I see thee sweet and bonnie;

But oh, what will my torments be,

If thou refuse thy Johnnie!

To see thee in anither's arms,

In love to lie and languish,

'Twad be my dead, that will be seen,

My heart wad burst wi' anguish.

But, Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,

Say, thou lo'es nane before me;

And a' my days o' life to come

I'll gratefully adore thee.

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!