Irish wedding (1)/Bonnie Wood of Craigie Lee

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.