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Mither

The tears o' wandert bairns
A string thaim on a white hair
Cast the weet cheen in the lift
An' wiss that A haed a mither
 
Nae sun shane for me
Nae breest grat milk
Thare a tube in ma throat
A'v nae nael on ma kyte
 
Mither
 
A ne'er haed tae souk a tit
A haed nae fauld tae hide masel in
Naeb'dy gied me a name,
Faithert in haste an' wi'oot semen
 
Ma lief mither, wha didnae gie birth tae me
The nicht, A'v sworn
A'll propine 'er an illness
An' droun 'er in the watter efter
 
In 'er buffs thare an eel
On ma foreheid, a birthmerk
Remuive it wi' the kiss o' a gullie
E'en an A maun dee
 
E'en an A maun bluid til deith
 
Mither, och gie me strenth
 
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