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29-Jul-07, 11:35
CUDDLE DOON
By Alexander Anderson aka ‘ Surfaceman. ‘
( He had been a Surfaceman on the Railway, before becoming
Librarian at Edinburgh University.
1845 - 1909
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi’ muckle faught an’ din,
"Oh try and sleep, ye waukrife rogues,
Your faither’s comin’ in "
They never heed a word I speak;
I try to gie a froon,
But aye I hap them up an’ cry,
" Oh bairnies, cuddle doon."
Wee Jamie wi’ the curly heid –
He aye sleeps next the wa’
Bangs up an cries " I want a piece" -
The rascal starts them a’
I rin an fetch them pieces, drinks,
They stop awee the soun’
Then draw the blankets up an cry,
" Noo weanies, cuddle doon."
But ere five minutes gang, wee Rab
Cries out, frae ‘neath the claes,
" Mither, mak Tam gie ower at once,
He’s kittlin’ wi his taes "
The mischief’s in that Tam for tricks
He’d bother half the toon;
But aye I hap them up and cry
" Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon ."
At length they hear their faither’s fit,
An as he steeks the door,
They turn their faces tae the wa’
While Tam pretends to snore.
" Hae a’ the weans been gude?" he asks,
As he pits aff his shoon,
" The bairnies, John, are in their beds,
An’ lang since cuddled doon."
An’ just afore we bed oorsel’s
We look at our wee lambs,
Tam has his airm roun’ wee Rab’s neck
And Rab his airm round Tam’s.
I lift wee Jamie up the bed,
An’ as I straik each croon
I whisper, till me heart fills up,
" Oh bairnies, cuddle doon."
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi’ mirth that’s dear to me,
But soon the big warl’s cark an care,
Will quaten doon their glee,
Yet, come what will to ilka ane,
May He who rules aboon,
Aye whisper, though their pows be bald,
" Oh bairnies, cuddle doon. "
By Alexander Anderson aka ‘ Surfaceman. ‘
( He had been a Surfaceman on the Railway, before becoming
Librarian at Edinburgh University.
1845 - 1909
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi’ muckle faught an’ din,
"Oh try and sleep, ye waukrife rogues,
Your faither’s comin’ in "
They never heed a word I speak;
I try to gie a froon,
But aye I hap them up an’ cry,
" Oh bairnies, cuddle doon."
Wee Jamie wi’ the curly heid –
He aye sleeps next the wa’
Bangs up an cries " I want a piece" -
The rascal starts them a’
I rin an fetch them pieces, drinks,
They stop awee the soun’
Then draw the blankets up an cry,
" Noo weanies, cuddle doon."
But ere five minutes gang, wee Rab
Cries out, frae ‘neath the claes,
" Mither, mak Tam gie ower at once,
He’s kittlin’ wi his taes "
The mischief’s in that Tam for tricks
He’d bother half the toon;
But aye I hap them up and cry
" Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon ."
At length they hear their faither’s fit,
An as he steeks the door,
They turn their faces tae the wa’
While Tam pretends to snore.
" Hae a’ the weans been gude?" he asks,
As he pits aff his shoon,
" The bairnies, John, are in their beds,
An’ lang since cuddled doon."
An’ just afore we bed oorsel’s
We look at our wee lambs,
Tam has his airm roun’ wee Rab’s neck
And Rab his airm round Tam’s.
I lift wee Jamie up the bed,
An’ as I straik each croon
I whisper, till me heart fills up,
" Oh bairnies, cuddle doon."
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi’ mirth that’s dear to me,
But soon the big warl’s cark an care,
Will quaten doon their glee,
Yet, come what will to ilka ane,
May He who rules aboon,
Aye whisper, though their pows be bald,
" Oh bairnies, cuddle doon. "