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'''CRAIGIEBURN WOOD.''' Scottish, Air (6/8 time). G Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). AABB. "Craigieburn Wood" is the name of a song by poet | '''CRAIGIEBURN WOOD.''' Scottish, Air (6/8 time). G Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). AABB. "Craigieburn Wood", named for the woods of Craigie-burn near Moffat, is the name of a song by poet Robert Burns (1759-1796), first published in 1791. It was a favorite haunt of Burns, who composed this song to help his friend, a certain Mr. Gillespie, win the affections of the fair Miss Chloris Lorimer, whose suit ultimately proved unsuccessful. It begins: | ||
Robert Burns, first published in 1791. It begins: | |||
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''Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood,''<br> | ''Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood,''<br> | ||
Revision as of 21:46, 5 December 2017
CRAIGIEBURN WOOD. Scottish, Air (6/8 time). G Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). AABB. "Craigieburn Wood", named for the woods of Craigie-burn near Moffat, is the name of a song by poet Robert Burns (1759-1796), first published in 1791. It was a favorite haunt of Burns, who composed this song to help his friend, a certain Mr. Gillespie, win the affections of the fair Miss Chloris Lorimer, whose suit ultimately proved unsuccessful. It begins:
Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood,
And blythely awaukens the morrow;
But the pride o' the spring in the Craigieburn Wood
Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.
Chorus:
Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,
And O to be lying beyond thee!
O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep
That's laid in the bed beyond thee!