The Book of Scottish Song/A Nursery Rhyme

A Nursery Rhyme.

Ba loo! my bonnie lammie,
⁠An' I'll sing you a bit sang;
An' I'll tak' tent, my hinny,
⁠That naething sall you wrang.
Your wee bit bed is saft an' warm,
⁠For it was made by me
An' ye are lyin' safe frae harm
⁠Aneath a mither's e'e.

Ba loo! my sweet wee dawtie,
⁠This is your time o' spring,
When a' is sweet, an' fresh, an' pure—
⁠Nae guilt the heart to sting.
O, lang in innocence remain,
⁠An' safe at hame abide;
An' still uphaud by virtuous deeds
⁠A mither's honest pride!

Ba loo! ye laughin' rogie!
⁠Ye ha'e your daddie's e'e,
Sae sparklin' an' sae winsome—
⁠His glance, sae sweet and slee.
Like him aye may ye grow, till meet
⁠To mingle amang men;
But his sair toils an' sorrows
⁠I pray you ne'er may ken!

Sleep soun', my winsome laddie!
⁠Your daddie 's on the sea—
He 's toilin' late an' early
⁠For bread to you an' me.
Hale nights I lie an' listen
⁠Wi' feelings lane and drear;
An' whan I hear the risin' storm
⁠I'm like to swarf wi' fear.

But while the win's are whistlin'
⁠Wi' wild an' eerie tune,
For my dear Jamie's safety
⁠I look to Ane aboon;
For He can calm the stormy win',
⁠An' still the ragin' sea,
An' bring again my dear gudeman
⁠To my sweet bairn and me.

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