Sweet closes the evening on Craigieburn wood
And blithely awakens the morrow
But the pride o the spring in the Craigieburn wood
Can yield me nought but sorrow
Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee dearie
Oh to be lying beyond thee
Oh sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep
That"s laid in the bed beyond thee
I see the spreading leaves and flooers
I hear the wild birds singing
But pleesure they hae nane for me
While care my hairt is wringing
I can na tell, I maun na tell
I dare na for your anger
But secret love will break my hairt
If I conceal it langer
I see the graceful, straight and tall
I see thee sweet and bonnie
But oh what will my torments be
If thou refuse thy Johnie
But Jeanie say thou wilt be mine
Say though loes nane before me
And all o my days o life to come
I"ll gratefully adore thee
