A Scotch Lullaby

Blaw! skirlin' win! raw, tirlin'win'!

Nowt reck we

In the byre the coo's gly an'warm,

By the fire na wink o' storm,

Whaup on the wing,

Snaw on the tree,

Thou wi' me

Thy mithers breast shall be thy rest

Close thy bonnie e'e.

Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!

A' shieldit frae harm

Whiles couthie shall guard thee

Mither's arm.

Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!

She'll still be near.

Naething shall fley thy rest,

Sae dinna fear

Sleep on thy mither's breast.