WI’ WEE WINKERS BLINKIN’.

WI’ wee winkers blinkin’, Blinkin’ like the starn, What’s wee tottie thinkin’? Tell her mither, bairn. On night’s downy dream-wings, Where’s the bairnie been, That she has sic seemings In her blinkin’ een? Let her mither brood her, Like the mither-doe; When enough she’s woo’d her, She maun prie her mou’: Let her mither shake her, Like an apple bough, Frae her dreams to wake her:— That’s our bairnie now! There! I’ve got her crowin’ Like the cock at dawn; Mou’ wi’ fistie stowin’, When she tries to yawn: She’ll na play the stranger Drappit frae the blue, Lest there might be danger Back she sud gae through! She’s our little mousie, In this housie born, That I tumble tousie, Ilka, ilka morn: She’s her mither’s bairnie, Only flesh an’ blood; Blinkin’ like the starnie Through a neebor cloud.