| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | The Wood of Craigie Lea | | By Robert Tannahill (1774–1810) |
| | | THOU bonny wood of Craigie Lea! | |
| Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea! | |
| Near thee I pass’d life’s early day, | |
| And won my Mary’s heart in thee. | |
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| The broom, the brier, the birken bush, | 5 |
| Bloom bonny o’er thy flowery lea, | |
| And a’ the sweets that ane can wish | |
| Frae Nature’s hand, are strew’d on thee. | |
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| Far ben thy dark green plantain’s shade | |
| The cushat croodles am’rously, | 10 |
| The mavis, down thy bughted glade, | |
| Gars echo ring frae every tree. | |
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| Awa’, ye thoughtless, murd’ring gang, | |
| Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee! | |
| They’ll sing you yet a canty sang, | 15 |
| Then, O! in pity, let them be! | |
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| When winter blaws in sleety showers | |
| Frae aff the Norlan’ hills sae hie, | |
| He lightly skiffs thy bonny bowers, | |
| As laith to harm a flower in thee. | 20 |
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| Though Fate should drag me south the line, | |
| Or o’er the wide Atlantic sea; | |
| The happy hours I’ll ever min’ | |
| That I, in youth, hae spent in thee. | | | | |
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