THOU bonny wood of Craigie Lea! Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea! Near thee I pass'd life's early day, And won my Mary's heart in thee. The broom, the brier, the birken bush, Bloom bonny o'er thy flowery lea, And a' the sweets that ane can wish Frae Nature's hand, are strew'd on thee. Far ben thy dark green plantain's shade The cushat croodles am'rously, The mavis, down thy bughted glade, Gars echo ring frae every tree. Awa', ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang, Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee! They'll sing you yet a canty sang, Then, O! in pity, let them be! When winter blaws in sleety showers Frae aff the Norlan' hills sae hie, He lightly skiffs thy bonny bowers, As laith to harm a flower in thee. Though Fate should drag me south the line, Or o'er the wide Atlantic sea; The happy hours I'll ever min' That I, in youth, hae spent in thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR WAITING IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by CLARENCE MAJOR |