bessy and her spinnin' wheel
o leeze me on my spinnin' wheel,
and leeze me on my rod 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 igh desds the simmer sun,
blest wi' tent, and milk and meal,
o leeze me on my spinnin' wheel.
on ilka hand the burrot,
a below my theekit cot;
the sted birk and hawthorn white,
across the pool their arms unite,
alike to s the birdie's ,
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 s the doolfu' tale;
the lintwhites in the hazel braes,
delighted, rival ither's ys;
the craik amang the cver hay,
the pairtrick whirring o'er the ley,
the swallow jinkin' round my shiel,
amuse me at my spinnin' wheel.
wi' sma' to sell, ao buy,
aboon distress, below envy,
o wha wad leave this humble state,
for a' the pride of a' the great?
amid their firing, idle toys,
amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,
they the pead pleasure feel
of bessy at her spinnin' wheel?