Beds to the left of them,Nobody blundered.Beamed at by hungry souls,Screamed at with brimming bowls,Steamed at by army rolls,Buttered and sundered.With coffee not cannon plied,Each must be satisfied,Whether they lived or died;All the men wondered.’
For the dear God who loveth us,He made and loveth all.’
I do love herLike a brother;Just to rideIs my delight,For she does notKick or bite,’
And weel I ken they’d miss me, lad,Gin I come hame nae mair.The grist is out, the times are hard,The kine are only three;I canna leave the auld folk now.We’d better bide a wee.‘I fear me sair they’re failing baith;For when I sit apart,They talk o’ Heaven so earnestly,It well nigh breaks my heart.So, laddie,…
And flies about like the birds,But it does not sing.‘First it is a little grub,And then it is a nice yellow cocoon,And then the butterflyEats its way out soon.‘They live on dew and honey,They do not have any hive,They do not sting like wasps, and bees, and hornets,And to be as good as they are…
While I sit beside the hearthstoneWhere the red flames rise and fall.Caps and nightgowns, caps and nightgowns,My three antic shadows wear;And no sound they make in playing,For the six small feet are bare.Dancing gayly, dancing gayly,To and fro all together,Like a family of daisiesBlown about in windy weather;Nimble fairies, nimble fairies,Playing pranks in the warm…
