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Eugene Field - To Robin Goodfellow
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I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown,
  Through yonder lattice creepin`;
You come for cream and to gar me dream,
  But you dinna find me sleepin`.
The moonbeam, that upon the floor
  Wi` crickets ben a-jinkin`,
Now steals away fra` her bonnie play—
  Wi` a rosier blie, I`m thinkin`.

I saw you, Maister Bawsy-brown,
  When the blue bells went a-ringin`
For the merrie fays o` the banks an` braes,
  And I kenned your bonnie singin`;
The gowans gave you honey sweets,
  And the posies on the heather
Dript draughts o` dew for the faery crew
  That danct and sang together.

But posie-bloom an` simmer-dew
  And ither sweets o` faery
C`u`d na gae down wi` Bawsy-brown,
  Sae nigh to Maggie`s dairy!
My pantry shelves, sae clean and white,
  Are set wi` cream and cheeses,—
Gae, gin you will, an` take your fill
  Of whatsoever pleases.

Then wave your wand aboon my een
  Until they close awearie,
And the night be past sae sweet and fast
  Wi` dreamings o` my dearie.
But pinch the wench in yonder room,
  For she`s na gude nor bonnie,—
Her shelves be dust and her pans be rust,
  And she winkit at my Johnnie!
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