Craigie-Burn Wood.
By Robert Burns
I. Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie-burn, And blithe awakes the morrow; But a' the pride o' spring's return Can yield me nocht but sorrow. II. I see the flowers and spreading trees I hear the wild birds singing; But what a weary wight can please, And care his bosom wringing? III. Fain, fain would I my griefs impart, Yet dare na for your anger; But secret love will break my heart, If I conceal it langer. IV. If thou refuse to pity me, If thou shall love anither, When yon green leaves fade frae the tree, Around my grave they'll wither.
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