Irish wedding (1)/Bonnie Wood of Craigie Lee

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BONNIE WOOD OF CRAIGIE LEA.

Thou bonnie wood of Craigie lea,
Thou bonnie wood of Craigie 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 bonny o'er thy flowery lea,
And a' the sweets that ane can wish,
Frae Nature's hand are strew'd on thee.
Thou bonnie, &c.

Far ben thy dark green plantings shade,
The cushat croodles am'rously:
The wavis down thy bughted glade,
Gars echo ring frae every tree.
Thou bonnie, &c.

Awa, ye thoughtless murd'ring gang,
Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee!
They'll sing you yet a canty sang
Then o in pity let them be!

When winter blaws in sleety show'rs,
Frre aff the norlin' hills sae hie,
He lightly shiffs thy bonny bow'rs,
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 ha'e spent in thee.
Thou bonnie, &c.


FINIS.


This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.