The Battle of the Boyn/Thro' the Wood Laddie

by Allan Ramsay

For other versions of this work, see Through the Wood, Laddie.

THRO' THE WOOD LADDIE.

O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to moura?
Thy presence cou'd ease me,
When naething can please me:
Now dowie I sigh on the bank of the barn,
Or thro' the wood, laddie, until thou return

The woods now are bonny, and mornings are clear,
While lav'rocks ere singing,
And primroses springing;
Yet nane of them pleases my eye or my ear,
When thro' the wood; laddie, ye dinna appear.

That I am forsaken, some spare not to tell;
I'm fash'd wi' their scorning,
Baith evening and morning,
Their jeering gaes aft to my heart wi' a knell,
When thro' the wood, laddie, I wander mysell.

Then stay, my dear Sandy, nae langer away,
But quick as an arrow,
Haste here to thy marrow,
Wha's living in langour, till that happy day,
When thro' the wood, laddie, we'll dance, sing ⟨and play.⟩

 

FINIS.