Seven love songs/Thou bonnie wood of Cragie lea

by Robert Tannahill

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Thou bonnie wood of Cragie lea.

  Thou bonnie wood of Cragie lea,
  Thou bonnie wood of Cragie lea,
  Near thee I pass‘d life‘s early day,
  And won my Mary‘s heart in thee.

The broom, the brier, the birken bush,
 Bloom bonnie o‘er thy flowery lea;
Aud a‘ the sweets that ane can wish
 Frae Nature‘s han are‘ strew‘d in thee.
  Thou bonnie, &c.

Far ben thy green planting‘s shade,
 The cushat croodles am‘rously;
The mavis down thy bughted glade,
 Gars echo ring frae every tree.
  Thou bonnie, &c.

Awa, ye thoughtless murdering gang,
 Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee!
They‘ll sing you yet a cantie sang,
 Then O in pity let them be!
  Thou bonnie, &c.

When winter blaws in sleety showers,
 Frae aff the Norland hills sae hie,
He lightly skiffs thy bonnie bowers,
 As laith to harm a flow‘r in thee.
  Thou bonnie, &c.

Tho fate should drag me south the line,
 Or o‘er the wide Atlantic sea,
The happy hours I‘ll ever mind,
 That I in youth hae spent in thee.
  Thou bonnie, &c.

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