Mavis
by J K Annand
Mavis, mavis,
Rinnin owre the gress,
Cock your lug, gie a tug,
Ae worm less!
Sing a sang at dawnin
On the highest tree,
Sing again at gloamin
A bonnie wee sang for me.
Sing it aince for pleisure,
Sing it twice for joy,
Sing it thrice to shaw us
That ye’re the clever wee boy.
