Mrs. Buffey Knitting

Aa! sich a gale
Will bring doon mony owd trees in t' dale.
      Two purl an' two plain.
I wish all folk had a hame an' hearth,
A cosy byre, a barn an' a garth. . . .
      Two purl an' two plain.

A kettle sings
A comfortin' song of kindly things.
      Two purl an' two plain.
I wonder who'll wear these mittens. Whether
It'll be a lad who wur reared nigh heather. .. .
      Two purl an' two plain.

It's a sad thowt
All t' cruel sorrow this war has brought.
      Two purl an' two plain.
Women in ivery hame in our land
Knittin' like all that to beat the band! . . .
      Two purl an' two plain.

We worry maist
For our lads on t' mine-laid watery waste.
      Two purl an' two plain.
(Tears of bairnies an' sweethearts an' wives.)
It's hard to think on t' loss of sich lives I
      Two purl an' two plain.