. One hundred and one famous poems, with a prose supplement. Page Eighty-nine ©we ^Hwnitrait unit @»e ffinmttus 3&aema. Cuddle Doon Alexander Anderson(Born April 30, 1845; Died July 11, igog) The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht Wi muckle fash an , try and sleep, ye waukrife rogues; Your faithers comin never heed a word I speak. I try to gie a froon;But aye I hap them up, an cry, Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon! Wee Jamie wi the curly heid— He aye sleeps next the wa—Bangs up an cries, I want a piece- The rascal starts them rin an fetch them pieces, drinks— They stop awee the soun—Then
. One hundred and one famous poems, with a prose supplement. Page Eighty-nine ©we ^Hwnitrait unit @»e ffinmttus 3&aema. Cuddle Doon Alexander Anderson(Born April 30, 1845; Died July 11, igog) The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht Wi muckle fash an , try and sleep, ye waukrife rogues; Your faithers comin never heed a word I speak. I try to gie a froon;But aye I hap them up, an cry, Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon! Wee Jamie wi the curly heid— He aye sleeps next the wa—Bangs up an cries, I want a piece- The rascal starts them rin an fetch them pieces, drinks— They stop awee the soun—Then draw the blankets up, an cry, Noo, weanies, cuddle doon! But ere five minutes gang, wee Rab Cries oot, frae neath the claes,Mither, mak Tarn gie ower at ance: Hes kittlin wi his mischiefs in that Tarn for tricks; Hed bother half the aye I hap them up, an cry, Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon! At length they hear their fathers fit; An, as he steeks the door,They turn their faces to the wa, While Tarn pretends to a the weans been gude? he asks, As he pits aff his bairnies, Joh
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