Poems & songs . I look and languish In that bonnie face o thine;And my heart it stounds wi anguish, Lest my wee thing be na mine. Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty, In ae constellation shine ;To adore thee is my duty, Goddess o this soul o mine !Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I should tine ! BESS AND HER SPINNING-WHEEL. Tune—The need Lass that loes me. O leeze me on my spinning-wheel,And leeze me on my rock and reel;Frae tap to tae that deeds me bien,And haps me fiel and warm at een !Ill set me down and sing an
Poems & songs . I look and languish In that bonnie face o thine;And my heart it stounds wi anguish, Lest my wee thing be na mine. Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty, In ae constellation shine ;To adore thee is my duty, Goddess o this soul o mine !Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I should tine ! BESS AND HER SPINNING-WHEEL. Tune—The need Lass that loes me. O leeze me on my spinning-wheel,And leeze me on my rock and reel;Frae tap to tae that deeds me bien,And haps me fiel and warm at een !Ill 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! 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 birdies nest,And little fishes caller rest: BESS AND HER SPINNING-WHEEL. 221 The sun blinks kindly in the biel,Where blithe I turn my On lofty aiks the cushats wail,And echo cons the doolfu tale;The lintwhites in the hazel braes,Delighted, rival ithers lays :The craik amang the clover hay,The paitrick whirrin oer the ley,The swallow jinkin round my shiel,Amuse me at my spinning-wheel. 222 SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS. 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 feelOf Bessy at her spinning-wheel ? NITHSDALES WELCOME HAME. The noble Maxwells and the powers, Are coming oer the border,And theyll gae big Terreagles towers, And set them a. in they declare Terreagles fair, For their abode they chuse it jTheres no a heart in a the land Buts lighter at the news ot. Tho stars in skies may disappear, And angry tempests gather ;The happy hour may soon be near That brings us pleasant weather :The weary night o care and grief May hae a j
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