O Leeze me on my spinnin’ wheel,
And leeze me on my rockand reel;
Fraetapto taethat cleeds me bien,
And haps me bieland warm at e’en;
I’ll setme down and sing and spin,
While laighdescends the simmersun,
Blest wi’ content, and milk and meal,
O leeze me onmy spinnin’ wheel.
On ilka hand the burnies trot,
And meet below my theekit cot;
The scented birkand hawthorn white,
Across the pool their arms unite,
Alike to screen the birdie’s nest,
And little fishes’ callerrest;
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 craikamangthe claverhay,
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,
Aboondistress, below envy,
O whawadleave 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?