Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon, croon, Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon, The sheep are gane to the siller wood, And the cows are gane to the broom, broom. And it's braw milking the kye, kye, It's braw milking the kye, The birds are singing, the bells are ringing, And the wild deer come galloping by, by. And hush-a-ba, birdie, croon, croon, Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon, The gaits are gane to the mountain hie, And they'll no be hame till noon, noon. |