O can ye sew cushions and can ye sew sheets, And can ye sing bal-la-loo when the bairnie greets? And hie and baw birdie, and hie and baw lamb, And hie and baw birdie, my bonnie wee lamb. Heigh O! Heugh O! what'll I do wi' ye? Black's the life that I lead wi' ye; Mony o' ye, little to gie ye, Heigh O! Heugh O! what'll I do wi' ye? Now hush-a-baw, lammie, and hush-a-baw, dear, Now hush-a-baw, lammie, thy minnie is here. The wild wind is ravin', thy minnie's heart's sair, The wild wind is ravin', but ye dinna care. Sing bal-la-loo, lammie, sing bal-la-loo, dear, Does wee lammie ken that its daddie's no' here? Ye're rockin' fu' sweetly on mammie's warm knee, But daddie's a-rockin' upon the saut sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DEATH SNIPS PROUD MEN by CARL SANDBURG OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG |