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craigieburn wood

sweet fa&039;s the eve on craigieburn,

and blythe awakes the orrow;

but a&039; the pride o&039; sprg&039;s return

can yield nocht but rrow

i see the flowers and spreadg trees,

i hear the wild birds sgg;

but what a weary wight can please,

and care his bo wrgg!

fa, fa would i y griefs ipart,

yet dare na for your anr;

but secret love will break y heart,

if i nceal it nr

if thou refe to pity ,

if thou shalt love another,

when yon green leaves fade frae the tree,

around y grave they&039;ll wither

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