O wha my babie-clouts will buy? O wha will tent me when I cry? Wha will kiss me where I lie? The rantin' dog, the daddie o't. O wha will own he did the faut? O wha will buy the groanin maut? O wha will tell me how to ca't? The rantin' dog, the daddie o't. When I mount the creepie-chair, Wha will sit beside me there? Gie me Rob, I'll seek nae mair, The rantin' dog, the daddie o't. Wha will crack to me my lane? Wha will mak me fidgin' fain? Wha will kiss me o'er again? The rantin' dog, the daddie o't. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODERN LOVE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE SHAVEN BEAUTY by YUSUF IBN HARUN AL-RAMADI LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ELECTRIC LIGHT-VERSE by L. ALLEN BECK THE MELTING POT by BERTON BRALEY NORTHWARD FLIGHT AT DAWN by GAIL BROOK BURKET SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 32 by BLISS CARMAN LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - APRIL 1805 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |