Escape at Bedtime - by
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
/ Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
/ And high overhead and all…
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
/ Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
/ And high overhead and all…
Wee Willie Winkie
/ Rins through the toun,
/ Up stairs and doun stairs
/ In his nicht-gown,
/ Tirling…
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
/ Wi muckle faught and din.
/ “Oh try an’ sleep, ye waukrife rogues,
/ Your faither’s…
What a plague is this o’ mine,
/ Winna steek his e’e,
/ Though I hap him ow’r the…