THE little lady lairdie She longed for a baby-o, She took her father's greyhound And rowed it in a plaidie-o, Saying, Hishie, bishie, bow, wow, Long legs hast thou, If it wasn't for your cold nose I would kiss thee now-o. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO A CHILD, THE DAUGHTER OF A FRIEND by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD GLOOMY DECEMBER by ROBERT BURNS INTREPID FLOWERING by LOIS CANFIL AN HORATIAN ODE TO THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |