The Inglenook There's not a comb of honey-bee, There's not a star that shines on high, And it's O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby. No silk was ever spun so fine As is the hair of baby mine My baby smells more sweet to me Than smells in spring the elder tree. A little fish swims in the well, A little flower blows on the tree, And it's O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby. The Queen has sceptre, crown and ball, More fair your skin, as white as milk. Ten thousand parks where deer run, Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea, The Inglenook The Bonniest Bairn in a' the Warl' The bonniest bairn in a' the warl' Has skin like the drifted snaw, Its een are just bonnie wee wander'd stars, An' ilk ane maun see't, an' a' maun declare't The daintiest bairn, The rosiest, cosiest, cantiest bairn, The dearest, queerest, Rarest, fairest, Bonniest bairn in a' the warl'. The bonniest bairn in a' the warl' It's doon in yon howe, it's owre yon knowe- It's up an' ayont in yon castle brent, The heir o' the belted earl; The Inglenook It's sookin' its thoomb in yon gipsy tent The cleverest bairn, The daintiest bairn, The rosiest, cosiest, cantiest bairn, The dearest, queerest, Rarest, fairest, Bonniest bairn in a' the warl'. ROBERT FORD Cuddle Doon The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht, They never heed a word I speak; But aye I hap them up, an' cry, 66 "O, bairnies, cuddle doon." Wee Jamie wi' the curly heid- 66 The rascal starts them a’. I rin an' fetch them pieces, drinks, Then draw the blankets up and cry, "Noo, weanies, cuddle doon." But ere five minutes gang, wee Rab 66 Cries oot frae 'neath the claes, Mither, mak' Tam gie ower at ance- The mischief's in that Tam for tricks, He'd bother half the toon: But aye I hap them up an' cry, "O, bairnies, cuddle doon." At length they hear their father's fit, "The bairnies, John, are in their beds, An' lang since cuddled doon." An' just afore we bed oorsel's, We look at oor wee lambs; Tam has his airm roun' wee Rab's neck, I lift wee Jamie up the bed, An', as I straik each croon, I whisper, till my heart fills up, 66 "O, bairnies, cuddle doon." The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht, Wi' mirth that's dear to me; The Inglenook The Inglenook But sune the big warl's cark an' care Yet come what will to ilka ane, May He who sits aboon Aye whisper, though their pows be bauld, 66 "O, bairnies, cuddle doon." ALEXANDER ANDERSON. I Am Lonely The world is great: the birds all fly from me, The world is great: I tried to mount the hill And I am lonely. The world is great: the wind comes rushing by And I am lonely. The world is great: the people laugh and talk, And I am lonely. From "The Spanish Gypsy." GEORGE ELIOT. |