Bessy and Her Spinnin' Wheel
- 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,
- While laigh descends the simmer sun,
- Blest wi’ content, and milk and meal,
- O leeze me on my spinnin’ wheel.
- On ilka hand the burnies trot,
- And meet below my theekit cot;
- 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’,
- Where blythe I turn my spinnin’ wheel.
- On lofty aiks the cushats wail,
- And Echo cons the doolfu’ tale;
- The lintwhites in the hazel braes,
- Delighted, rival ither’s lays;
- 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.
- Wi’ sma’ to sell, and less to buy,
- 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,
- Can they the peace and pleasure feel
- Of Bessy at her spinnin’ wheel?
This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.