written in 1792
Sweet closes the evening on Craigieburn-Wood, And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the spring in the Craigieburn Wood Can yield me nought but sorrow. 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. 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. I see thee gracefu', straight and tall, I see thee sweet and bonie; But Oh, what will my torments be, If thou refuse thy Johnie! 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! But Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine, Say thou loes nane before me; And a' my days o' life to come I'll gratefully adore thee. 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.