Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

321 . Song—Craigieburn Wood

SWEET closes the ev’ning on Craigieburn Wood,

And blythely awaukens the morrow;

But the pride o’ the spring in the Craigieburn Wood

Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.

Chorus.—Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,

And O to be lying beyond thee!

O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep

That’s laid in the bed beyond thee!

I see the spreading leaves and flowers,

I hear the wild birds singing;

But pleasure they hae nane for me,

While care my heart is wringing.

Beyond thee, &c.

I can na tell, I maun na tell,

I daur na for your anger;

But secret love will break my heart,

If I conceal it langer.

Beyond thee, &c.

I see thee gracefu’, straight and tall,

I see thee sweet and bonie;

But oh, what will my torment be,

If thou refuse thy Johnie!

Beyond thee, &c.

To see thee in another’s arms,

In love to lie and languish,

’Twad be my dead, that will be seen,

My heart wad burst wi’ anguish.

Beyond thee, &c.

But Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,

Say thou lo’es nane before me;

And a’ may days o’ life to come

I’ll gratefully adore thee,

Beyond thee, &c.