Geàrr-iomradh
A careless nurse girl allowing the child to wander away, made the mother realize the poignancy of the little verse: "If we knew the baby's fingers / Pressed against the window pane / Would be cold and stiff tomorrow / Never trouble us again / Would the bright eyes of our darling / catch the frown upon our brow / Would the prints of rosy fingers / Vex us then as they do now?"