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 And now, poor woman, for ought that I ken, She never may get ſie an offer again, But pine awa' bit and bit, like Jenkin’s hen. And naething to wyte but the ſpinning o’t.

But were it for naething but juſt that alane, I ſhall yet hae a bout at the ſpinning o’t; They may caſt me, and e’en ca’ me black at the bane, but no cauſe I ſhuun'd the beginning o't. But be that as it happens, I carena a ſtrae, For nane o’ the lads e’er ſhall hae it to ſay, When he comes to woo, the kens naething aya, Nor has ony can at the ſpinning o't.

It’s needleſs for us to tak our remarks frae our mither s miſcooking the ſpinning o’t; She never kend ought o‘ the gude o‘ the ſarks, frae this a‘ back to the ſpinning o‘t. Three ell o‘ plaiding was a‘ that was fought By our auld waly bodies, and that boot be bought, For in ilka town fikan things were na wrought, Sae little they kend o' the ſpinning o't.

Now, Sandy, the winter‘s cauld blaſt are awa, and ſimmer we've ſeen the beginning o‘t; I‘ve lang, lang been wearied o' froſt and o‘ ſnaw, and fair hae I tir‘d o‘ the ſpinning o't;