THE TINKLER’S BALOO
Haud yer whisht, my mannie,
Hide yer heid the noo,
There’s a jimp young mune i’ the branches abune
An’ she’s keekin’ at me an’ you.
Near she is to settin’,
Waukin’ she shouldna be,
An’ mebbe she sees i’ the loan by the trees
Owre muckle for you an’ me.
Dinna cry on Daddie,
Daddie’s by the fairm,
There’s a specklie hen that strays i’ the den
An’ he’s fear’d she may come to hairm.
Thieves is bauld an’ mony,
That’s what guid fowk say,
An’ they’d a’ complain gin the limmer was ta’en
An’ cheughit afore it’s day.
Sleep, an’ then, come Sawbath,
A feather o’ gray ye’ll get
Wi’ specklies on it to set i’ yer bonnet
An’ gar ye look brawer yet.
Sae hide yer heid, my mannie,
Haud yer whisht, my doo,
For we’ll hae to shift or the sun’s i’ the lift
An’ I’m singin’ baloo, baloo!