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I looked by the whinny knowe,
I looked by the firs sae green,
I looked o'er the spunkie howe,
And aye I thought ye wad ha'e been:
The ne'er a supper crost my craig,
The ne'er a sleep has clos'd my een,
Och hey, Johnny lad,
Ye're no sae kind's ye soud a been.
I looked by the firs sae green,
I looked o'er the spunkie howe,
And aye I thought ye wad ha'e been:
The ne'er a supper crost my craig,
The ne'er a sleep has clos'd my een,
Och hey, Johnny lad,
Ye're no sae kind's ye soud a been.
"Gin ye war waitin' by the wood,
Its I was waitin' by the thorn,
I thought it was the place we set,
An' waited maist till dawning morn;
But be na' vext, my bonny lass,
Let my waiting stan' for thine:
We'll awa' to Birkton shaw,
An' seek the joys we tint yestreen.
Its I was waitin' by the thorn,
I thought it was the place we set,
An' waited maist till dawning morn;
But be na' vext, my bonny lass,
Let my waiting stan' for thine:
We'll awa' to Birkton shaw,
An' seek the joys we tint yestreen.
Bonny Wood of Cragie-lee.
Tune—"Gang to the Diel an' shake yoursel."
Chorus—Thou bonny wood of Craigie-lee,
Thou bonny wood of Craigie-lee,
Near thee I past life's early day,
And won my Mary's heart in thee.
Thou bonny wood of Craigie-lee,
Near thee I past life's early day,
And won my Mary's heart in thee.
