Bess And Her Spinning-Wheel.

Tune - "The sweet lass that lo'es me." I.         O leeze me on my spinning-wheel,         O leeze me on the rock and reel;         Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien,         And haps me fiel 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 spinning-wheel! II.         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 biel',         Where blithe I turn my spinning-wheel. III.         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 clover hay,         The paitrick whirrin o'er the ley,         The swallow jinkin round my shiel,         Amuse me at my spinning-wheel. IV.         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 flaring, idle toys,         Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,         Can they the peace and pleasure feel         Of Bessy at her spinning-wheel?