Wauken Up

Alexander Anderson
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Wauken Up

Will I hae tae speak again
Tae they wean's o' mine
Echt o'clock an weel I ken
The schule gangs in at nine
Little hauds me but tae gang
An fetch the muckle whup
Oh ye sleepy heided rogues
Wull ye wauken up
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Never mither had sic a faught
No a meenits ease
Clean Tam,as ye like, at nicht
His breeks are through the knees
Thread is no'for him at a
It never hauds the grup
Maun I speak again ye rogues
Wull ye wauken up
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Tam,the very last tae bed
He winna rise ava'
Last tae get his books an slate
Last tae winna awa
Sic a loon for tricks an fun
Heeds na' what I say
Rab an Jamie,but they plagues
Wull they sleep a' day
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Here they come,the three at aince
Lookin gleg an fell
Hoo they ken thier bits o claes
Beats me fair tae hell
Wash your wee bit faces clean
An heres your bite an sup
Never was mair wiselike bairns
Noo they've wauken up
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There,the three are aff at last
I watch then frae the door
That Tam,he's at his tricks again
I count them by the score
He's pit his fit,afore wee Rab
An' coupit Jamie doon
Could I but pit my hands on him
I'd mak him claw his croon
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Noo tae get my wark on han
I'll hae a busy day
But losh' the hoose is unco quate
Since they are a' away
A dizzen times,I'll look the clock
When it comes roon tae three
For cuddlin doon,or waukenin up
They're dear dear bairns tae me