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CHURCHES and GRAVEYARDS in Dumfries and Galloway
Kirkconnel Church & Graveyard
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The bronze plaque commemorates Alexander Anderson, a railwayman,
who wrote vernacular poetry under the pseudonym of 'Surfaceman'. 
Here is his best-known poem.
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi’ muckle faucht an’ din;
“Oh try and sleep, ye waukrife rogues,
Your faither’s comin’ in.”
They never heed a word I speak;
I try to gie a froon,
But aye I hap them up an’ cry,
“Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon.”
Wee Jamie wi’ the curly heid—
He aye sleeps next the wa’—
Bangs up an’ cries, “I want a piece;”
The rascal starts them a’.
I rin an’ fetch them pieces, drinks,
They stop awee the soun’,
Then draw the blankets up an’ cry,
“Noo, weanies, cuddle doon.”
But, ere five minutes gang, wee Rab
Cries out, frae ’neath the claes,
“Mither, mak’ Tam gie ower at ance,
He ’s kittlin’ wi’ his taes.”
The mischief’s in that Tam for tricks,
He ’d bother half the toon;
But aye I hap them up and cry,
“Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon.”
At length they hear their faither’s fit,
They turn their faces to the wa’,
An’, as he steeks the door,
While Tam pretends to snore.
“Hae a’ the weans been gude?” he asks,
As he pits aff his shoon;
“The bairnies, John, are in their beds,
An’ lang since cuddled doon.”
An’ just afore we bed oorsels,
We look at our wee lambs;
Tam has his airm roun’ wee Rab’s neck,
And Rab his airm round Tam’s.
I lift wee Jamie up the bed,
An’ as I straik each croon,
I whisper, till my heart fills up,
“Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon.”
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi’ mirth that ’s dear to me;
But soon the big warl’s cark an’ care
Will quaten doon their glee.
Yet, come what will to ilka ane,
May He who rules aboon
Aye whisper, though their pows be bald,
“Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon.”
Kirkconnel Church & Graveyard
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