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.