The Melodist/Bonny Wood of Craigielee

by Robert Tannahill

Bonny Wood of Craigielee.

By Tannahill.

Thou bonny Wood of Craigielee,Thou bonny Wood of Craigielee,Near thee I spent life's early day,And won my Mary's heart in thee.

The broom, the bri'r, the birken bush,Bloom bonny o'er thy flow'ry lea;An' a' the sweets that ane can wish,Frae Nature's hau', are strew'd od thee.

Thou bonny Wood, &c.

Far ben thy dark green plantin's shade,The Cushat croodles am'rously,The Mavis down thy bughted glade,Gars echo ring frae ev'ry tree.

Thou bonny Wood, &c.

When Winter blaws in sleety show'rs,Frae aff the Norlin hills sae hi',He lightly kisss thy bonny bow'rs,As laith to harm a flow'r in thee.

Thou bonny Wood, &c.

Tho' Fate should drag me south the Line,Or owre the wide Atlantic sea,The happy hours I'll ever min',That I in youth hae spent in thee.Thou bonny wood, &c

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