On ilka hand the burnies trot, [every, brooklets]
And meet below my theekit cot; [thatched]
The scented birk and hawthorn white [birch]
Across the pool their arms unite,
Alike to screen the birdie's nest,
And little fishes' caller rest: [cool]
The sun blinks kindly in the biel', [shelter]
Where blythe I turn my spinnin'-wheel.
On lofty aiks the cushats wail, [oaks, pigeons]
And Echo cons the doolfu' tale; [repeats, doleful]
The lintwhites in the hazel braes, [linnets]
Delighted, rival ither's lays:
The craik amang the claver hay, [corn-crake, clover]
The paitrick whirrin' o'er the ley. [partridge, meadow]
The swallow jinkin' round my shiel, [dodging, cot]
Amuse me at my spinnin'-wheel.
Wi' sma' to sell, and less to buy,
Aboon distress, below envy, [Above]
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, [noisy]
Can they the peace and pleasure feel
Of Bessy at her spinnin'-wheel?
JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO
John Andersen my jo, John, [sweetheart]
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnie brow was brent; [straight]
But now your brow is beld, John, [bald]
Your locks are like the snaw;
But blessings on your frosty pow, [head]
John Anderson, my jo.
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