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 Spain, Portugal I did abandon,

and seas mountains high I did speel,

Thro’ England I travelled d to London,

for the Lass wi’ the twa-handed Wheel.

But beauty it soon turns tasteless,

and luxury likewise grows stale,

For Cupid had render’d me restless,

‘till arriv'd in the land of Oatmeal;

There I met wi’ the pride o' Dunnotter,

for whom I had long stood at drill,

Saw blyth in I got her,

the Lass wi’ the twa-handed Wheel.

O fools may gae hunt after riches,

they're nought but a trifling garb,

Tho‘ my bonny Lass is nae Dutchess,

yet ilk year she spins me a web:

For beauty and virtue’s her portion,

now and than there’s a lass or a chiel;

I ne‘er will repent my exertions

for the Lass wi‘ the twa-handed Wheel.

And now I have baith peace and pleasure,

my mind it is settled and still,

My Nell’s my delight and my treasure,

and love her for ever I will.

Tho’ now I’ve been seven years married,

new joys ev’ry day I do feel!

I’ll ay bless the time I preferred

the Lass wi’ the twa-handed Wheel.