Story Behind The Song
Let me just say that I have had six children.
| Song Length |
2:51 |
Genre |
Folk - Country |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Mood |
Fuming |
| Subject |
Anger |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Whity can ah die, ma horrible bairn
Yer greetin wee face has got me despairing
Och hold yer wheesht or you'll get yer fairing;
For ou tae the devil ah'll gee
When you were born yer father was proud
But he didnae know ye'd bawl half as loud
Before ah came ben yer Mum and I rowed
For she's just as fed up as me
Aha awfully tired ah'm wanting ma rest
Please stop yer girnin yer just a wee pest
Whit can ah daeplease tae as yer bidden
Have had quite enough and I'm through wi the kidding
Ye'll go through that wind and land in the midden
Ma horrible nasty wee bairn
Whit can I die, when you're big like me
And you have a baby to sit on yer knee
Ah hope ye get the hell ye give me
And lang may yer family increase
And when yer lying a' snug in yer bed
And all sorts of nice things are filling yer head
Yell hear a cry to waken the dead and make all yer slumbering cease
Ah stain at the wind and count every star
A blanket wee stunner aye that's whit ye are
A bairn o mine, ye know its no true
Yer Mammy and Daddy will always love you
Ah'll snuggle and cuddle ye, that. what ah'll do
Ma bonnie ma lovely wee bairn`
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