On this fine morn of the anniversary of the birth of the national bard of Scotland, I perused the Robert Burns website for a nice quote to put on my Facebook wall. Lo and behold I came across this fine poem written in 1792 that I would like to share with you, constant reader. Enjoy it to your liking, and raise a cup of kindness to Mr. Burns today!
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.
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.
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.