Craigie Lea. THE BONNY WOOD OF CRAIGIE LEA. HOU bonny wood of Craigie lea! THOU Thou bonny wood of Craigie lea! Near thee I passed life's early day, And won my Mary's heart in thee. The broom, the brier, the birken bush Far ben thy dark green plantin's shade, Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea. Awa', ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang, Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea. When winter blaws in sleety showers He lightly skiffs thy bonny bowers, As laith to harm a flower in thee. Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea. Though Fate should drag me south the line, The happy hours I'll ever mind, That I, in youth, ha'e spent in thee. Thou bonny wood of Craigie Lea. Robert Tannahill. FAREV Cramond. WRITTEN ON CRAMOND BEACH. AREWELL, old playmate! on thy sandy shore My lingering feet will leave their print no more; To thy loved side I never may return. I pray thee, old companion, make due mourn I loved among the rocks; but there will be Such as was wont to greet thee when I fled, With hurried footsteps and averted head, Like fallen monarch, from my venturous stand, When thy vast soul and mine were joined in prayer. Frances Anne Kemble. Crawfurdland. FAREWELL TO CRAWFURDLAND. HOU dark stream slow wending thy deep rocky way, THOU Ye gray towers that rise o'er the daffodil brae, I've viewed you with pleasure, but now must with pain Farewell! for I never may see you again. Ye woods where in life's gladsome morning I strayed, O'er moss and o'er moorland my path soon shall be, John Ramsay. Cree, the River. THE BANKS OF CREE. [ERE is the glen, and here the bower, HERE All underneath the birchen shade The village-bell has tolled the hour, "T is not Maria's whispering call, "T is but the balmy-breathing gale, Mixed with some warbler's dying fall, The dewy star of eve to hail. It is Maria's voice I hear! So calls the woodlark in the grove, His little faithful mate to cheer; At once 't is music and 't is love. ; And art thou come? and art thou true? Robert Burns. Crichton Castle. CRICHTON CASTLE. T length up that wild dale they wind, Where Crichtoun Castle crowns the bank; For there the Lion's care assigned A lodging meet for Marmion's rank. That Castle rises on the steep Of the green vale of Tyne: And far beneath, where slow they creep You hear her streams repine. The towers in different ages rose; The builders' various hands; Crichtoun! though now thy miry court |