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| THOU bonny wood of Craigie lea! | |
| Thou bonny wood of Craigie lea! | |
| Near thee I passed life’s early day, | |
| And won my Mary’s heart in thee. | |
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| The broom, the brier, the birken bush | 5 |
| Bloom bonny o’er thy flowery lea, | |
| And a’ the sweets that ane can wish | |
| Frae Nature’s hand are strewed on thee. | |
| Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea. | |
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| Far ben thy dark green plantin’s shade, | 10 |
| The cooshat croodles am’rously, | |
| The mavis, down thy bughted glade, | |
| Gars echo ring frae every tree. | |
| Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea. | |
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| Awa’, ye thoughtless, murd’ring gang, | 15 |
| Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee! | |
| They ’ll sing you yet a canty sang, | |
| Then, O, in pity, let them be! | |
| Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea. | |
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| When winter blaws in sleety showers | 20 |
| Frae aff the norlan’ hills sae hie, | |
| He lightly skiffs thy bonny bowers, | |
| As laith to harm a flower in thee. | |
| Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea. | |
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| Though Fate should drag me south the line, | 25 |
| Or o’er the wide Atlantic sea; | |
| The happy hours I ’ll ever mind, | |
| That I, in youth, ha’e spent in thee. | |
| Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea. | |
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