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.