CREEP AFORE YE GANG.

Creep awa', my bairnie, creep afore ye gang;

Cock ye baith your lugs to your auld grannie's sang;

Gin ye gang as far ye will think the road lang,

Creep awa', my bairnie--creep afore ye gang.

Creep awa', my bairnie, ye 're ower young to learn

To tot up and down yet, my bonnie wee bairn;

Better creepin' cannie, as fa'in' wi' a bang,

Duntin' a' your wee brow--creep afore ye gang.

Ye 'll creep, an' ye 'll hotch, an' ye 'll nod to your mither,

Watchin' ilka stap o' your wee donsy brither;

Rest ye on the floor till your wee limbs grow strang,

An' ye 'll be a braw cheil' yet--creep afore ye gang.

The wee burdie fa's when it tries ower soon to flee;

Folks are sure to tumble when they climb ower hie;

They wha dinna walk right are sure to come to wrang--

Creep awa', my bairnie--creep afore ye gang.