Comments about William Thom
The Mitherless Bairn
WHEN a’ ither bairnies are hush’d to their hame,
By aunty, or cousin, or frecky grand-dame,
Wha stands last an’ lanely, an’ sairly for-fairn?
’T is the puir dowie laddie—the mitherless bairn!
The mitherless bairnie creeps to his lane bed;
Nane covers his cauld back, or haps his bare head;
His wee hackit heelies are hard as the airn,
An’ lithless the lair o’ the mitherless bairn.
Aneath his cauld brow, siccan dreams hover there,
O’ hands that wont kindly to kaim his dark hair!
But mornin’ brings clutches, a’ reckless an’ stern,
That lo’e na ...