THE SONG OF THE SOCK
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Her hands aye full o' housely work,Patching trousers, mending frocks,Yet somehow finding time to knitA pair o' sodger's socks?
Was't frae some grand dame, nearly done,Yet eager still to do,And full of memories of her sireWho fought at Waterloo?Was't frae a maid o' modest mien,Soft eyes, and silken locks?—Here Will pu'ed up his straying thoughts,And pu'ed on baith the socks!
Then quickly pu'ed ane off, to findA note, the which did say:"I hope these socks will warm your feet,Yours faithfully, Nell Grey."—They warmed his feet, they fired his heart—Wi' fearsome "Heuchs!" and "Hocks!"The day they wed, it's like I'll danceThe soles out o' my socks!
