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was an auld wife had a wee pickle tow, and ſhe wad gae try the ſpinning o’t; But looting her down, her rock took a low, and that was an ill beginning o’t! She ſpat on’t, ſhe ſlet on’t and trampt on its pow; But a' that ſhe did only blew up the row! She curs'd baith the rock and the wee pickle tow, Alack! for the dreary ſpinning o’t.

I've wanted a ſark for theſe eight years and ten, and this was to be the beginning o’t ; But I vow' I ſhall want it for as lang again, or ever I try the ſpinning o’t. For ever, ſince ever they ca’d me’s they ca’ me, Did fie a miſhap and miſhanter beſa’ me; Ye ſhall hue leave baith to hang me and draw me, If ever I try the ſpinning o’t.

I hae kept a houſe for theſe threefeore o'years and never did try the ſpinning o’t; But how I was ſarked, foul fa' them that ſpiers, it minds me upo’ the beginning o’t: But women are now a-days turned ſae braw, That ilk-ane maun hae a ſark, ſone maun hae twa; The warld was better when the sient ane ava, To hinder the firſt beginning o’t.

Foul fa’ them that ever advis’d me to ſpin, that had been ſo lang o’ beginning o’t;