SONG. BONNY WOOD OF
CRAIGIE-LEE. ___ CHOR--Thou bonny wood of Craigie-lee,
Thou bonny wood of Craigie-lee,
Near thee I past life’s early day,
And won my Mary’s heart in thee. The
broom, the brier, the birken bush,
Bloom
bonny o'er thy flow’ry lea, An’
a’ the sweets that ane can wish, Frae
nature’s han’ are strew’d on thee. Far
ben thy dark green plantin’s shade, The
cushat croodles am’rously, The
mavis down thy bughted glade, Gars
echo ring frae ev’ry tree.
Thou bonny wood,
&c. 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!
Thou bonny wood,
&c. When
winter blaws in sleety show’rs, Frae
aff the norlin hills sae hi’, He
lightly skiffs thy bonny bow’rs, As laith to harm a flow’r in thee.
Thou bonny wood,
&c. Though
fate should drag me south the line, Or
o'er the wide Atlantic sea, The
happy hours I’ll ever min’ That I in youth hae spent in thee.
Thou bonny wood,
&c. |