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When we were little childer we had a quare wee house, / Away up in the heather by the head o' Brabla' burn; / The hares we'd see them scootin', an' we'd hear the crowin' / grouse, / An' when we'd all be in at night ye'd not get room to turn.
The youngest two She'd put to bed, their faces to the wall, / An' the lave of us could sit aroun', just anywhere we might; / Herself 'ud take the rush-dip an' light it for us all, / An' "God be thanked!" she would say, -- "now we have a / light"."