She's been my comfort a' my days,
My Father's death brought mony waes—I canna leave my Mammy.'"
"We'll tak her hame and mak her fain, my ain kind-hearted Lammy,
We'll gie her meat, we'll gi'e her claes,
We'll be her comfort a' her days:"
The wee thing gi'es her hand, and says, "There, gang and ask my Mammy."
"Has she been to kirk wi' thee, my boy Tammy?"
"She has been to kirk wi' me,
And the tear was in her ee,
But Oh! she's but a young thing just come frae her Mammy."