'Twas a boonie day - and a day o'
dule
The day I plunkit the Sawbath
schule !
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
tree -
For I kent that I was whaur I
sudna be,
When I saw the bad men - the men
that play
At cartes and quoits on the
Sawbath Day.
But - cunnin' wee cowart - I
waitit till
It was time to skail frae the
Sawbath schule ;
Naebody kent - but I kent mysel' -
And I gaed to my bed in the fear
o' hell.
Conscience, thou Justice cauld and
stern,
Aften thy sairest word I earn :
But this is a thing I'll ne'er
forgie -
It wisna fair wi' a bairn like me.
