OOR AE BIT BAIRNIE.
There's something wrang aboot the hoose, It looks sac weird and dull ; Oh, whanrs the lad that craw'd sac croose, Oor ac bit bairnie, Wull ? His afcool stan'a by the ingle-lowe, On which he atcea sat ; i It's occupied by Tamrale now, His awucient freend the cat. His barrow lies upon its moo ; l'he warld has clean bereft it ; And see, hia fcimraer spawdie noo, Just whaur the laddie left it. And there's the horse his dalddie made, Dementit in his sta' ; Pun- bea6t, I fear it's no' been fed Since wee Wull gaed ava\ The neebour bairns come rinnin' ben Wi' faces sad and dull, Enquirin' for their little frien', Oor ac bit bairnie, Wull. They think he's gane ayont the brae, Tae eeo auld Granny Cairna ; They kenna yet what Death can dae— The innocent, wee bairns. Aft, aft, at nicht when shadows steal, And lengthen o'er the hill, I wander oot, and, oh, I foel As if we had 'im still. Hia mither's o'e is dim wi' tears, His daiddie's no' the same ; But God has crushed oor risin' fears, And ta'en oor bairnie Hame. —Charles Will, in the Aberdeen Weekly Free Prese.
OOR AE BIT BAIRNIE.
Otago Witness, Issue 1880, 2 December 1887, Page 29
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