William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The Wood of Craigie LeaRobert Tannahill (17741810)
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Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea!
Near thee I pass’d life’s early day,
And won my Mary’s heart in thee.
Bloom bonny o’er thy flowery lea,
And a’ the sweets that ane can wish
Frae Nature’s hand, are strew’d on thee.
The cushat croodles am’rously,
The mavis, down thy bughted glade,
Gars echo ring frae every tree.
Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee!
They’ll sing you yet a canty sang,
Then, O! in pity, let them be!
Frae aff the Norlan’ hills sae hie,
He lightly skiffs thy bonny bowers,
As laith to harm a flower in thee.
Or o’er the wide Atlantic sea;
The happy hours I’ll ever min’
That I, in youth, hae spent in thee.