I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, <br /> Through yonder lattice creepin'; <br />You come for cream and to gar me dream, <br /> But you dinna find me sleepin'. <br />The moonbeam, that upon the floor <br /> Wi' crickets ben a-jinkin', <br />Now steals away fra' her bonnie play-- <br /> Wi' a rosier blie, I'm thinkin'. <br /> <br />I saw you, Maister Bawsy-brown, <br /> When the blue bells went a-ringin' <br />For the merrie fays o' the banks an' braes, <br /> And I kenned your bonnie singin'; <br />The gowans gave you honey sweets, <br /> And the posies on the heather <br />Dript draughts o' dew for the faery crew <br /> That danct and sang together. <br /> <br />But posie-bloom an' simmer-dew <br /> And ither sweets o' faery <br />C'u'd na gae down wi' Bawsy-brown, <br /> Sae nigh to Maggie's dairy! <br />My pantry shelves, sae clean and white, <br /> Are set wi' cream and cheeses,-- <br />Gae, gin you will, an' take your fill <br /> Of whatsoever pleases. <br /> <br />Then wave your wand aboon my een <br /> Until they close awearie, <br />And the night be past sae sweet and fast <br /> Wi' dreamings o' my dearie. <br />But pinch the wench in yonder room, <br /> For she's na gude nor bonnie,-- <br />Her shelves be dust and her pans be rust, <br /> And she winkit at my Johnnie!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-robin-goodfellow/
