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Haud yer whisht, my mannie, / Hide yer heid the noo, / There's a jimp young mune i' the branches abune / An' she's keekin' at me an' you.
Near she is to settin', / Waukin' she shouldna be, / An' mebbe she sees i' the loan by the trees / Owre muckle for you an' me.
Dinna cry on Daddie, / Daddie's by the fairm, / There's a specklie hen that strays i' the den / An' he's fear'd she may come to hairm.
Thieves is bauld an' mony, / That's what guid fowk say, / An' they'd a' complain gin the limmer was ta'en / An' cheughit afore it's day.
Sleep, an' then, come Sawbath, / A feather o' gray ye'll get / Wi' specklies on it to set i' yer bonnet / An' gar ye look brawer yet.
Sae hide yer heid, my mannie, / Haud yer whisht, my doo, / For we'll hae to shift or the sun's i' the lift / An' I'm singin' baloo, baloo!