The Book of Scottish Song/Cradle Song

Cradle Song.

[Richard Gall.]

Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing,
⁠O saftly close thy blinkin' e'e!
Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing,
⁠For thou art doubly dear to me.
Thy daddie now is far awa',
⁠A sailor laddie o'er the sea;
But Hope aye hechts his safe return
⁠To you, my bonnie lamb, an' me.

Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing,
⁠O saftly close thy blinkin' e'e!
Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing,
⁠For thou art doubly dear to me.
Thy face is simple, sweet, an' mild.
⁠Like ony simmer e'ening fa';
Thy sparkling e'e is bonnie black;
⁠Thy neck is like the mountain snaw.

Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing,
⁠O saftly close thy blinkin' e'e!
Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing,
⁠For thou art doubly dear to me.
O but thy daddie's absence lang.
⁠Might break my dowie heart in twa,
Wert thou na left a dawtit pledge,
⁠To steal the eerie hours awa'.

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