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...READ THE SIGNS by CLARENCE MAJOR LA PALOMA IN LONDON by CLAUDE MCKAY VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |