Hugh Miller
¶[1802-1856]
The Babie
¶NAE shoon to hide her tiny taes,Nae stockings on her feet;Her supple ankles white as snowOf 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.