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| 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, | 5 |
| While laigh descends the simmer sun, | |
| Blest wi’ content, and milk and meal, | |
| O leeze me on my spinnin’ wheel. | |
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| On ilka hand the burnies trot, | |
| And meet below my theekit cot; | 10 |
| 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’, | 15 |
| Where blythe I turn my spinnin’ wheel. | |
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| On lofty aiks the cushats wail, | |
| And Echo cons the doolfu’ tale; | |
| The lintwhites in the hazel braes, | |
| Delighted, rival ither’s lays; | 20 |
| 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. | |
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| Wi’ sma’ to sell, and less to buy, | 25 |
| 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, | 30 |
| Can they the peace and pleasure feel | |
| Of Bessy at her spinnin’ wheel? | |
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