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.
Song—Craigieburn Wood

by Robert Burns, 1791
