'Twas a boonie day - and a day o'
The day I plunkit the Sawbath
I wan'ert awa' ayont the knowes,
Where the bluebell blaws and the
arnut grows ;
The bee on the thistle, the bird
on the tree -
A'thing I saw was blithe - but me.
Weary and wae at last I sank
'Mang the gowan beds on the
railway bank -
But never a train cam whistlin' by
And oh ! but a lanely bairn was I.
And I joukit hame frae tree to
For I kent that I was whaur I
When I saw the bad men - the men
At cartes and quoits on the
But - cunnin' wee cowart - I
It was time to skail frae the
Sawbath schule ;
Naebody kent - but I kent mysel' -
And I gaed to my bed in the fear
Conscience, thou Justice cauld and
Aften thy sairest word I earn :
But this is a thing I'll ne'er
It wisna fair wi' a bairn like me.