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 * Thou bonnie wood of Craigie lea,
 * Thou bonnie wood of Craigie lea,
 * Near thee I spent 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.
 * Thou bonnie wood, &c.

Far ben thy dark green plantings shade,
 * The cnshat croodles am'rously,

The mavir, down thy bughted grade,
 * Gars echo ring frae every tree.
 * Thou bonnie wood, &c.

Awa', ye thoughtless, murd ring gang,
 * Wha tear the nestlings e're they flee;

They'll sing you yet a cantie sang,
 * Then O in pity let them be
 * Thou bonnie wood, &c.