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Craigo Woods, wi' the splash o' the cauld rain beatin' / I' the back end o' the year, / When the clouds hang laigh wi' the weicht o' their load o' greetin' / And the autumn wind's asteer; / Ye may stand like gaists, ye may fa' i' the blast that's cleft ye / To rot i' the chilly dew, / But when will I mind on aucht since the day I left ye / Like I mind on you -- on you?
Craigo Woods, i' the licht o' September sleepin' / And the saft mist o' the morn, / When the hairst climbs to yer feet, an' the sound o' reapin' / Comes up frae the stookit corn, / And the braw reid puddock-stules are like jewels blinkin' / And the bramble happs ye baith, / O what do I see, i' the lang nicht, lyin' an' thinkin' / As I see yer wraith -- yer wraith?
There's a road to a far-aff land, an' the land is yonder / Whaur a' men's hopes are set; / We dinna ken foo lang we maun hae to wander, / But we'll a' win to it yet; / An' gin there's woods o' fir an' the licht atween them, / I winna speir its name, / But I'll lay me doon by the puddock-stules when I've seen them, / An' I'll cry "I'm hame -- I'm hame!"