Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/Langsyne beside the Woodland Burn
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LANGSYNE BESIDE THE WOODLAND BURN.
Langsyne beside the woodland burn,Amang the broom sae yellow,I lean'd me 'neath the milkwhite thorn,On natures mossy pillow;Around my seat the flow'rs were strew'd,That frae the wildwood I had pu'd,To weave mysel' a simmer snood,To pleasure my dear fellow
I twin'd the woodbine round the rose,Its richer hues to mellow,Green sprigs of fragrant birk I choseTo busk the sedge sae yellow.The craw-flow'r blue, and meadow pink,I wove in primrose braided link,But little, little did I think,I should have wove the willow.
My bonnie lad was forced afar,Toss'd on the raging billow.Perhaps he's fa'n in bludy war,Or wrecked on rocky shallow;Yet, aye I hope for his return,As round our wonted haunts I mourn,And aften by the woodland burn,I pu' the weeping willow.