321. Song—Craigieburn Wood

 SWEET closes the ev’ning on Craigieburn Wood,
 And blythely awaukens the morrow;
But the pride o’ the spring in the Craigieburn Wood
 Can 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 laid 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 can na tell, I maun na tell,
 I daur na for your anger;
But secret love will break my heart,
 If I conceal it langer.

 Beyond thee, &c.



I see thee gracefu’, straight and tall,
 I see thee sweet and bonie;
But oh, what will my torment be,
 If thou refuse thy Johnie!
 Beyond thee, &c.



To see thee in another’s arms,
 In love to lie and languish,
’Twad be my dead, that will be seen,
 My heart wad burst wi’ anguish.

 Beyond thee, &c.



But Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,
 Say thou lo’es nane before me;
And a’ may days o’ life to come
 I’ll gratefully adore thee,
 Beyond thee, &c.

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