O can ye sew cushions and can ye sew sheets, And can ye sing bal-la-loo when the bairnie greets? And hie and baw birdie, and hie and baw lamb, And hie and baw birdie, my bonnie wee lamb. Heigh O! Heugh O! what'll I do wi' ye? Black's the life that I lead wi' ye; Mony o' ye, little to gie ye, Heigh O! Heugh O! what'll I do wi' ye? Now hush-a-baw, lammie, and hush-a-baw, dear, Now hush-a-baw, lammie, thy minnie is here. The wild wind is ravin', thy minnie's heart's sair, The wild wind is ravin', but ye dinna care. Sing bal-la-loo, lammie, sing bal-la-loo, dear, Does wee lammie ken that its daddie's no' here? Ye're rockin' fu' sweetly on mammie's warm knee, But daddie's a-rockin' upon the saut sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR KING DAVID by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK, AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD by ROBERT BURNS THE MILKMAID'S SONG by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL KILLED AT THE FORD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SWORD by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH MY LITTLE CAPE COD MAIDEN by KATHERINE FINNIGAN ANDERSON |