Wee Babbie
Eh, little babbie, tha’s a bonnie wee thing
Tha’ mammies a beauty, tha’ Da’ will be King.
Tha’ll want for nothin’ all of tha’ life
Tha’ll never know poverty, trouble or strife.
All of these things are well known ta me
So why, little love, am I sorry for thee.
It’s cos’ that I know tha’ life’s not thee own
Tha’ will never be free or completely alone.
Space is what’s needed, to allow you to live
That’s the one sort of gift that we can all give.
So sleep, bonnie babbie, and take it from me
Tha’ll always be loved, whatever may be.
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I would like to translate this poem
I like this one. I love the accent - just like mine.