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On the Birth of a Daughter.
This day we gat your letter, aunty,
An' readin't made us unco canty;
I doubtna but ye will be vaunty
O'the wee lady—
May she ne'er be o' duty scanty
To mam or daddy.
An' readin't made us unco canty;
I doubtna but ye will be vaunty
O'the wee lady—
May she ne'er be o' duty scanty
To mam or daddy.
May God watch o'er her day and night,
An' keep life's morning cloudless bright;
May no damp mildew ever blight
The opening flower;
But time move on in sweet delight
Till her last hour.
An' keep life's morning cloudless bright;
May no damp mildew ever blight
The opening flower;
But time move on in sweet delight
Till her last hour.
When reason's ripened into years,
May she repay your tender cares,
Escape the wicked subtle snares
That peace destroy,
And shed upon your auld grey hairs
The cup o' joy.
May she repay your tender cares,
Escape the wicked subtle snares
That peace destroy,
And shed upon your auld grey hairs
The cup o' joy.
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That God may heal the mother tree,
And keep the plant frae danger free,
While the young sprouts around may be
Beneath His care,
And trouble frae ye a' may flee,
Is my warmest prayer.
And keep the plant frae danger free,
While the young sprouts around may be
Beneath His care,
And trouble frae ye a' may flee,
Is my warmest prayer.
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