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'l gratefully adore thee,
     Beyond thee, &c.