Robert Burns, 1791
Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood|
And blythely awaukens the morrow;
But the pride o' the spring on the Craigieburn Wood
Can yield me naught 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!
2. I see the spreading leaves and flowers,
3. I can na tell, I maun na tell,
4. I see thee gracefu, straight, and tall,
5. To see thee in another's arms
6. But, Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,
Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,|
And blythe awakes the morrow;
But a' the pride o' Spring's return
Can yield me nocht but sorrow.
2. I see the flowers and spreading trees,
3. Fain, fain would I my griefs impart,
4. If thou refuse to pity me,
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