The Lad I' The Mune

I     O gin I lived i' the gowden mune         Like the mannie that smiles at me,     I'd sit a' nicht in my hoose abune     An the wee-bit stars they wad ken me sune,     For I'd sup my brose wi' a gowden spune         And they wad come out to see!     II     For weel I ken that the mune's his ain         And he is the maister there;     A' nicht he's lauchin', for, fegs, there's nane     To draw the blind on his windy-pane     And tak' an' bed him, to lie his lane         And pleasure himsel' nae mair.     III     Says I to Grannie, "Keek up the glen         Abune by the rodden tree,     There's a braw lad 'yont i' the mune, ye ken."     Says she, "Awa' wi' ye, bairn, gang ben,     For noo it's little I fash wi' men         An' it's less that they fash wi' me!"     IV     When I'm as big as the tinkler-man         That sings i' the loan a' day,     I'll bide wi' him i' the tinkler-van     Wi' a wee-bit pot an' a wee-bit pan;     But I'll no tell Grannie my bonnie plan,         For I dinna ken what she'll say.     V     And, nicht by nicht, we will a' convene         And we'll be a cantie three;     We'll lauch an' crack i' the loanin' green,     The kindest billies that ever was seen,     The tinkler-man wi' his twinklin' een         And the lad i' the mune an' me!