Cauld Lad of Hilton, The or The Wandering Spectre

Wae's me! wae's me!

The acorn's not yet
Fallen from the tree
That's to grow the wood,
That's to make the cradle,
That's to rock the bairn,
That's to grow a man,
That's to lay me.
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