573. The Babie

Hugh Miller (1802—1856)

  NAE shoon to hide her tiny taes,

  Nae stockings on her feet;

  Her supple ankles white as snow

  Of early blossoms sweet.

  Her simple dress of sprinkled pink,

  Her double, dimpled chin;

  Her pucker’d lip and bonny mou’,

  With nae ane tooth between.

  Her een sae like her mither’s een,

  Twa gentle, liquid things;

  Her face is like an angel’s face—

  We’re glad she has nae wings.