An' zome wi' nest-hoodèns o' moss

And o' wool, do lie warm.

An' we wull look well to the houseruf

That o'er thee mid leäk,

An' the blast that mid beät on thy winder

Shall not smite thy cheäk.

Lullaby, Lilibrow. Lie asleep;

Blest be thy rest.

MEARY-ANN'S CHILD.