The Wonderfu' Wean.
Our weanâ€™s the most wonderfuâ€™ wean eâ€™er I saw,
It would takâ€™ me a lang summer day to tell aâ€™
His pranks, frae the morning till night shuts his eâ€™e,
When he sleeps like a peerie, â€˜tween father and me.
For in his quiet turns, siccan questions heâ€™ll speir:
How the moon can stick up in the sky thatâ€™s sae clear?
What gars the wind blaw? and wharfrae comes the rain?
Heâ€™s a perfect divert: heâ€™s a wonderfnâ€™ wean!
Or wha was the first bodyâ€™s father? and wha
Made the very first snaw-shower that ever did faâ€™?
And wha made the first bird that sang on a tree?
And the water that sooms aâ€™ the ships on the sea?â€”
But after Iâ€™ve tellâ€™t him as weel as I ken,
Again he begins wiâ€™ his â€œWha ? â€œ and his â€œWhen?â€
And he looks aye sae watchfuâ€™ the while I explain,â€”
Heâ€™s as auld as the hillsâ€”heâ€™s an auld-farrant wean.
And folk wha haâ€™e skill oâ€™ the lumps on the head,
Hint thereâ€™s mae ways than toiling oâ€™ winning aneâ€™s bread;
How heâ€™ll be a rich man, and haâ€™e men to work for him,
Wiâ€™ a kyte like a bailieâ€™s, shug-shugging afore him,
Wiâ€™ a face like the moon, sober, sonsy, and douce,
And a back, for its breadth, like the side oâ€™ a house.
â€˜Tweel Iâ€™m unco taâ€™en up wiâ€™t, they makâ€™ aâ€™ sae plain ;â€”
Heâ€™s just a townâ€™s talkâ€”heâ€™s a by-ordâ€™nar wean!
I neâ€™er can forget sic a laugh as I gat,
When I saw him put on fatherâ€™s waistcoat and hat;
Then the lang-leggit boots gaed sae far owre his knees,
The tap loops wiâ€™ his fingers he grippit wiâ€™ ease,Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â [ben,
Then he marchâ€™d throâ€™ the house, he marchâ€™d but, he marchâ€™d
Sae like mony mae oâ€™ our great little men,
That I leugh clean outright, for I conldna contain,
He was sic a conceitâ€”sic an ancient like wean.
But â€™mid aâ€™ his daffinâ€™ sic kindness he shows,
That heâ€™s dear to my heart as the dew to the rose;
And the unclouded hinnie-beam are in his eâ€™e,
Makâ€™s him every day dearer and dearer to me.
Though fortune be saucy, and dorty, and dour,
And glooms through her fingers, like hills through a shower,
When bodies hae got ae bit bairn oâ€™ their ain,
How he cheers up their hearts,â€”heâ€™s the wonderfuâ€™ wean.