Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/Bonny wood of Craigie lea

by Robert Tannahill

For other versions of this work, see Thou Bonnie Wood of Cragie Lea.

BONNY WOOD OF CRAIGIE LEA.

CHORUS.
Thou bonny wood of Craigie lea,
Thou bonny wood of Craigie lea,
Near theo I pass'd life's early day,
And won my Mary's heart in thee.

The broom, tho brier, tho birken bush,
Bloom bonny o'er thy flowery lea,
And a' the sweets that ane can wish,
Frae nature's hand are strew'd on thee.
Thou bonny wood, &c.

Far ben thy dark green plantings' shade.
The cushat croodles am'rously,
The mavis, down thy bughted glade,
Gars echo ring frae every tree.
Thou bonny wood, &c.

Awa,' ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang,
Wha tear the nestlings ore thoy flee!
They'll sing you yet a canty sang,
Then, O in pity let them be.
Thou bonny wood, &c.

When winter blaws in sloety show'rs,
Frao aff the Norland hills sae hio,
He lightly skiffs thy bonny bow'rs.
As laith to harm a flower in thoe.
Thou bonny wood, &c.

Tho' fato should drag me south the line,
Or o'er the wide Atlantic sea,
The happy hours I'll ever mind,
That I in youth ha'e spent in theo
Thou bonny wood, &c.