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CRAIGIEBURN
(Robert Burns)
Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn
And blythely the morrow;
But the o' the spring on the Craigieburn Wood
Can yield me but sorrow.
Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,
And O, to be lying thee!
O, sweetly, soundly, weel may he
laid in the bed beyond thee!
I see the leaves and flowers,
I hear the wild birds
But they hae nane for me,
care my heart is wringing.
I can na tell, I na tell,
I daur na for your
But secret will brak my heart,
If I it langer.
I see gracefu, straight, and tall,
I see sweet and bonie;
But O, what my torment be,
If thou thy Johnie!
To see thee in another's
In to lie and languish,
'Twad be my dead, will be seen-
My wad burst wi anguish!
But, Jeanie, say wilt be mine,
Say thou lo'es before me,
And a' my days o' life to
I'll adore thee.
Craigieburn Wood (340)
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