A CRADLE SONG. WHIST, my bonnie bairnie, dinna greet sae sair, Mither's heart is breakin', dinna rack it mair; Whist, my darlin' tootie, cradlie-ba' an' sleep -- Nicht is unco eerie, life is unco steep. An' the waefu' win's sough, wailin' in the lum, 'Minds me o' the kirkyard, whaur are sleepin' some Wadna' see us wrang't sae; tho' there's ithers keep Steekit doors against us -- sleep, my bairnie, sleep. Fausely did the man woo, wily did he win, Then he left me -- whist, doo -- to the lash o' sin; Left the burden a' mine -- hoo it crushes doon! -- Sorrow drooks the hale warl', an' the heavens froon! Frien's, wha wad be guid folk, banish me frae hame, Thinkin' in this big toon they may hide the shame: Aiblins they may fin' yet, in this warl wide, Want o' kindly pity, worth o' hollow pride. Hidden lies the future -- O, it's dark to me! But for @3your@1 sake, tootie, I could thole to dee, Sittin' in the shadows hope can ne'er dispel, Dreedin' aye the warst comes, e'er on sinner fell. Gin ye winna sleep, bairn, come to mither's arms; Ay, ye'll lauch an' craw noo, prood as ye had farms Growin' owre wi' ripe corn: lauch an' craw awa', Thy smiles the only sun-blinks ever on me fa'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU |