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First Line: Ah! Dinna chide the mither!
Last Line: Ye may na hae her lang!
Alternate Author Name(s): Van Deth, Gerrit, Mrs.
Subject(s): Babies; Hearts; Sickness; Infants; Illness


AH! dinna chide the mither!
Ye may na hae her lang;
Her voice, abune your baby rest,
Sae saftly crooned the sang;
She thocht ye ne'er a burden,
She greeted ye wi' joy,
An' heart an' hand in carin' ye,
Foun' still their dear employ.

Her han' has lost its cunnin',
It's tremblin' now and slow,
But her heart is leal an' lovin',
As it was lang ago!
An' though her strength may wither,
An' faint her pulses beat,
Nane will be like the mither,
Sae steadfast, true, an' sweet!

Ye maun revere the mither,
Feeble an' auld an' gray;
The shinin' ones are helpin' her
Adoon her evenin' way!
Her bairns wha wait her yonder,
Her gude mon gone before:
She wearies—can ye wonder?—
To win to that braw shore!

Ah! dinna chide the mither!
O lip, be slow to say
A word to vex the gentle heart
Wha watched your childhood's day;
Ay, rin to heed the tender voice
Wha crooned the cradle sang,
An' dinna chide the mither, sin'
Ye may na hae her lang!





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