Bessy and Her Spinnin' Wheel


 * O LEEZE me on my spinnin’ wheel,
 * And leeze me on my rock and reel;
 * Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien,
 * And haps me biel and warm at e’en;
 * I’ll set me down and sing and spin,
 * While laigh descends the simmer sun,
 * Blest wi’ content, and milk and meal,
 * O leeze me on my spinnin’ wheel.
 * On ilka hand the burnies trot,
 * And meet below my theekit cot;
 * The scented birk and hawthorn white,
 * Across the pool their arms unite,
 * Alike to screen the birdie’s nest,
 * And little fishes’ caller rest;
 * The sun blinks kindly in the beil’,
 * Where blythe I turn my spinnin’ wheel.
 * On lofty aiks the cushats wail,
 * And Echo cons the doolfu’ tale;
 * The lintwhites in the hazel braes,
 * Delighted, rival ither’s lays;
 * The craik amang the claver hay,
 * The pairtrick whirring o’er the ley,
 * The swallow jinkin’ round my shiel,
 * Amuse me at my spinnin’ wheel.
 * Wi’ sma’ to sell, and less to buy,
 * Aboon distress, below envy,
 * O wha wad leave this humble state,
 * For a’ the pride of a’ the great?
 * Amid their flairing, idle toys,
 * Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,
 * Can they the peace and pleasure feel
 * Of Bessy at her spinnin’ wheel?
 * Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,
 * Can they the peace and pleasure feel
 * Of Bessy at her spinnin’ wheel?

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