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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SCOTCH CRADLE SONG, by RICHARD GALL Poet's Biography First Line: Baloo, baloo my wee, wee thing Last Line: To steal the eerie hours awa'! | |||
Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing, O softly close thy blinkin' e'e! Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing, For thou art doubly dear to me. Thy daddie now is far awa', A sailor laddie o'er the sea; But hope ay hechts his safe return To you, my bonnie lamb, an' me. Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing, O saftly close thy blinkin' e'e! Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing, For thou art doubly dear to me. Thy face is simple, sweet an' mild, Like ony simmer e'ening fa'; Thy sparkling e'e is bonnie black; Thy neek is like the mountain snaw. Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing, O saftly close thy blinkin' e'e! Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing, For thou art doubly dear to me. O but thy daddie's absence lang Would break my dowie heart in twa, Wert thou na left a dautit pledge, To steal the eerie hours awa'! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO HIS WORSHIPFULL GOOD FRIEND, MAISTER JOHN STEVENTON by RICHARD BARNFIELD JESUS - THE CONQUEROR RENOWNED by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX JULY IN MONTANA by LILLA BOGERT ROSETTE by HEINRICH CHRISTIAN BOIE |
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