The Cummer then came to me bent,
And gravely, did my son present;
She bade me kiss him, be content,
Then wish’d me joy;
An’ tauld it was—what luck had sent,
A waly boy.
In ilka member, lith an’ lim’,
Its mouth, its nose, its cheeks, its chin,
’Tis a’ like daddy, just like him,
His very self,