The mitherless lammie Ne'er missed its ain mammie, We tented it kindly by night and by day, The bairns made game o't, It had a blythe hame o't, Its food was the gowan - its music was mai, mai. Without tie or fetter It couldna been better, But it would gae witless the world to see, The foe that it feared not, It saw not, it heard not, Was watching its wand'ring from Bonnington lee. O what then befell it, 'Twere waeful to tell it, Tod Lowrie kens best wi' his lang head so sly; He met the pet lammie That wantit its mammie, And left its kind hame, the wide world to try. We miss'd at day daw'in', We miss'd at night fa'in' - Its wee shed is tenantless under the tree; At dusk o' the gloamin' It would gae a'roamin' - It will frolic nae mair upon Bonnington lee.
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