BAIRN O' MY HEART
Bairn o' my heart, art lonely?
Weary and wonder-eyed at the day?
Bairn o' my heart, art lonely?
Soulworn and tired o' play?
What though the twilight be grey?
Bairn o' my heart, art weary?
Lay doon thy head upon me.
I would sing o' the sea, o' the morning,
O' the lark, o' the sun, o' the lea
I would sing such a fanciful singing
Bairn o' my heart, for thee!
Bairn o' my heart, art weary,
And tears bedimmin' thine e'e.
Bairn o' my heart, art weary?
Then lay doon thy head upon me.
