craigieburn wood
sweet closes the ev'ning ieburn wood,
and blythely awaukens the morrow;
but the pride o' the spring in the craigieburn wood
yield to me nothing 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 id in the bed beyond thee!
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.
beyond thee, &c.
i a tell, i maun na tell,
i daur na for yer;
Craigieburn Wood(1/3)