The auld Scotch mither, and other poems, in the dialect of Burns . n roun the floor. Oh ! hae ye, then, nae knee-bairn, To baud ye by the whisper wi his pouty lips What nane but you maun hear ? But you ! some secret wiseThe whilk your ain knee-bairn Imparts wi starin eyes. Oh ! hae ye, then, nae knee-bairn, To snuggle his roun headDown in your lap, curl up his lims, An nestle aff to bed? An nestle aff as thoughYour ain worn-out knee-bairn Had nae where else to go? 42 POEMS. Oh! hae ye, then, nae knee-bairn? Weel, ye can never kenWhat tis to hae him taen awa, Nor hear him roun agen : Nor
The auld Scotch mither, and other poems, in the dialect of Burns . n roun the floor. Oh ! hae ye, then, nae knee-bairn, To baud ye by the whisper wi his pouty lips What nane but you maun hear ? But you ! some secret wiseThe whilk your ain knee-bairn Imparts wi starin eyes. Oh ! hae ye, then, nae knee-bairn, To snuggle his roun headDown in your lap, curl up his lims, An nestle aff to bed? An nestle aff as thoughYour ain worn-out knee-bairn Had nae where else to go? 42 POEMS. Oh! hae ye, then, nae knee-bairn? Weel, ye can never kenWhat tis to hae him taen awa, Nor hear him roun agen : Nor hear him roun, but gaunFrae sight and sense, your knee-bairn Ye had sae doted on ! What tis to hae a knee-bairn. Thats dim out o your sight, Far up ahmg the angel-steps,Aboon the starn o night,Aboon your reach or ca! What tis to hae a knee-bairnYe canna ken at a! MY AIN FIRESIDE. My ain fireside, my ain fireside ! My bonnie wifies there :My gigghn wee-things roguish hide, An miss their daddie auld-man in the corner sits. An ower his lang life dreams,. ^V^lat tis to hae a knee-bairnThats climbit oot o sight.
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