The Aud-Fashin'd Bairn!

                      Teun-"Gud-bye, Sally dear."

                      Wor Bessie's got a littil bairn,
                      But, bliss us, what a stir,
                      It's myed amang the family,
                      An' the varry foaks next dor
                      Declair they've nivor seen it's like,
                      An' aw've heard Dolly Cairns
                      Sweer it wes mair aud-fashin'd
                      Then the most o' littl bairns.

                      Korus.

                      But, oh my , biiss us a', ye shud see the stir
                      Betwixt the foaks i' wor hoose, an' them that leeves next dor,
                      For accordin te thor noshuns, and the words o' Dolly Cairns,
                      It really is the most aud-fashin'd ov aud-fashin'd bairns.

                      It hes ne hair upon its heed,
                      But aw suppose it will;
                      It likes its meat like uther bairns,
                      An' screams te hev it's fill;
                      It cannet walk, it cannet tak,
                      "Mamma," it just can say
                      But aw warn'd amang aud-fashhin'd bairns
                      They'll a' heh the syem way.

                      It hes its nose abov its mooth,
                      Its mooth abov its chin,
                      Aw suppose that myek'st aud -fashin'd,
                      An' its muther's fond o' gin;
                      An' when she gis the bairn a drop
                      Upon her fingor-end,
                      It suck'st as nattril as can be,
                      An' myeks a clivor fend.

                      It cries as hard as ony bairn,
                      An' likes to be weel nurs'd;
                      But bliss us, what a pet it is
                      An' hes been frae the forst;
                      Aw've seen a lot o' bonny bairns,
                      An' aw wad like te see
                      A one that's not aud-fashin'd-
                      Oh, but that 'ill nivor be!

                      -Joe Wilson