Tannahill Weavers Craigieburn Wood
Sweet closes the evening on Craigieburn Wood
And blythely awaukens the morrow
But the pride o' the spring in the Craigieburn Wood
Can yield me nothing but sorrow
Chorus (after each verse):
Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie
And oh to be lying beyond thee
And sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep
That's laed in the bed beyond thee
I see the spreading leaves and flowers
I hear the wild birds singing
But pleasure they hae nane for me
While care my heart is wringing
I can na tell, I maun na tell
I daur na for good anger
But secret love will break my heart
If I conceal it langer
I see thee graceful, straight and tall
I see thee sweet and bonnie
But oh what will my torment be
If thou refuse thy Johnnie?
To see thee in another's arms
In love to lie and languish
'Twad be my dead that will be seen
My heart wad burst wi' anguish
But Jeannie, say thou wilt be mine
Say thou lo'es nane before me
And a' my days o' life to come
I'll gratefully adore thee
