[older, by]
MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET
My love she's but a lassie yet;
My love she's but a lassie yet;
We'll let her stand a year or twa,
She'll no be half sae saucy yet.
I rue the day I sought her, O,
I rue the day I sought her, O;
Wha gets her needs na say he's woo'd,
But he may say he's bought her, O!
Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet;
Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet;
Gae seek for pleasure where ye will, [Go]
But here I never miss'd it yet.
[We're a' dry wi' drinking o't;
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't;
The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
An' could na preach for thinkin' o't.]
_Bessy and Her Spinnin'-Wheel_ stands by itself as the rendering of
the mood of contented solitude, and is further remarkable for its
charming verses of natural description. _John Anderson My Jo_ is the
classical expression of love in age, inimitable in its simplicity and
tenderness. The two following poems supply a humorous contrast.
BESSY AND HER SPINNIN'-WHEEL
O leeze me on my spinnin'-wheel, [Blessings on]
O leeze me on my rock and reel; [distaff]
Frae tap to tae that deeds me bien, [top to toe, clothes, comfortably]
And haps me fiel and warm at e'en! [wraps, well]
I'll set me down and sing and spin,
While laigh descends the simmer sun, [low]
Blest wi' content, and milk and meal--
O leeze me on my spinnin'-wheel.
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