Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea, The Inglenook The Bonniest Bairn in a' the Warl' The bonniest bairn in a' the warl' Its een are just bonnie wee wander'd stars, An' ilk ane maun see't, an' a' maun declare't The daintiest bairn, The rosiest, cosiest, cantiest bairn, The dearest, queerest, Rarest, fairest, Bonniest bairn in a' the warl'. The bonniest bairn in a' the warl' It's doon in yon howe, it's owre yon knowe— It's up an' ayont in yon castle brent, The heir o' the belted earl: The Inglenook It's sookin its thoomb in yon gipsy tent- The cleverest bairn, The daintiest bairn, The rosiest, cosiest, cantiest bairn, Rarest, fairest, Bonniest bairn in a' the warl'. ROBERT FORD, Cuddle Doon The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht, They never heed a word I speak; But aye I hap them up, an' cry, Wee Jamie wi' the curly heid- I rin an' fetch them pieces, drinks, Then draw the blankets up and cry, But ere five minutes gang, wee Rab 66 Mither, mak' Tam gie ower at ance- The mischief's in that Tam for tricks, But aye I hap them up an' cry, At length they hear their father's fit, "The bairnics, John, are in their beds, An' lang since cuddled doon." An' just afore we bed oorsel's, Tam has his airm roun' wee Rab's neck, I lift wee Jamie up the bed, I whisper, till my heart fills up, The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht, The Inglenook The Inglenook But sune the big warl's cark an' care Yet come what will to ilka ane, May He who sits aboon Aye whisper, though their pows be bauld, 66 "O, bairnies, cuddle doon." ALEXANDER ANDERSON. I Am Lonely The world is great: the birds all fly from me The world is great: I tried to mount the hill And I am lonely. The world is great: the wind comes rushing by And I am lonely. The world is great: the people laugh and talk, From "The Spanish Gypsy.' GEORGE ELIOT. Brother and Sister But were another childhood-world my share, I would be born a little sister there. I I cannot choose but think upon the time When our two lives grew like two buds that kiss He was the elder and a little man I held him wise, and when he talked to me I thought his knowledge marked the boundary rest. If he said "Hush!" I tried to hold my breath; II Long years have left their writing on my brow, The Inglenook |