CRAIGIEBURN WOOD
(Robert Burns)
Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood
And blythely awaukens the morrow;
But the pride o' the spring on the Craigieburn Wood
Can yield me naught but sorrow.
cho: Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,
And O, to be lying beyond

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