I could na get sleeping till dawin for greetin’,
The tears trickled down like the hail and the rain:
Had I na got greetin’, my heart wad a broken,
For, oh! luve forsaken’s a tormenting pain.
III.
Although he has left me for greed o’ the siller,
I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a’ the lade o’ my sorrow
Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.
Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi’ him,
I may be distress’d, but I winna complain;
I flatter my fancy I may get anither,
My heart it shall never be broken for ane.
CXXVI.
BESS AND HER SPINNING-WHEEL.
Tune—“The sweet lass that lo’es me.”
[There are several variations of this song, but they neither affect the sentiment, nor afford matter for quotation.]
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!