Bairnie

Did ye see the white cloud in the glint o’ the sun?
That’s the brow and the eye o’ my bairnie.
Did ye ken the red bloom at the bend o’ the crag?
That’s the rose in the cheek o’ my bairnie.
Did ye hear the gay lilt o’ the lark by the burn?
That’s the voice of my bairnie, my dearie.
Did ye smell the wild scent in the green o’ the wood?
That’s the breath o’ my ain, o’ my bairnie.
Sae I’ll gang awa’ hame, to the shine o’ the fire,
To the cot where I lie wi’ my bairnie.