The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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When he had done what man could do,
The cow cam hame, and her tail behind her.
Honest auld Symon Brodie,
Stupid auld doitit bodie !
I'll awa to the North countrie,
And see my ain dear Symon Brodie.
Symon Brodie had a wife.
And, wow ! but she was braw and bonnie ;
She took the dish-clout afF the buik.
And preen'd it to her cockernonie.
Honest auld Symon Brodie, &c.*
CRAIGIEBURN WOOD.
BURNS.
Tune—Craigiebum Wood.
Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakes the morrow
But a' the pride o' spring's return
Can yield me nocht but sorrow.
I see the flowers and spreading trees,
I hear the wild birds singing,
But what a wearie wight can please,
And care his bosom wringing ?
Fain, fain would I my griefs impart.
Yet dare na for your anger
But secret love will break my heart,
If I conceal it langer.
If thou refuse to pity me.
If thou shalt love anither,
* From Herd's Collection, 1776.
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