And I hae my young son in my arms,
I fear that his days are dune.’
14.
With her fingers lang and sma’
She lifted up the pin,
And with her arms lang and sma’
Received the baby in.
15.
15.3 ‘nourice,’ nurse.
‘Gae back, gae back now, Sweet Willie,
And I hae my young son in my arms,
I fear that his days are dune.’
14.
With her fingers lang and sma’
She lifted up the pin,
And with her arms lang and sma’
Received the baby in.
15.
15.3 ‘nourice,’ nurse.
‘Gae back, gae back now, Sweet Willie,