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I weel might has ended as I did begin,
nor got fic a fear wi' the ſpinntng o’t:
But they ſay ſhe’s a wiſe wife wha ken her ain Weird;
I thought ance on a day it wad never been ſpier’d,
How loot ye the low tak the rock by the beard,
When ye gade to try the ſpinning o't?
The ſpinning, the ſpinning it ears thy heart ſab,
when I think upon the beginning o’t !
I thought ere I died to have made me a wab,
but ſtill I had weirs o’ the ſpinning o’t:
But had I nine daughters, as I hae but three,
The ſafeſt and foundeſt advice I wad gie,
Is that they frae ſpinniog wad keep their hands free,
For fear of a bad beginning o’t.
Yet, in ſpite of my counſel, if they will needs run
the dreariſome talk o’ the ſpinning o't,
Let them ſeek a lown place in the heat of the ſun,
and there venture on the beginning o't.
But to do as I did, alas and avow!
To bulk up my rock at the cheek o’ the low.
Some may ſay that I had little wit in my pow,
And as little to do wi’ the ſpinning o’t.
But yet, after a ,there is ae thing that grieves
my heart, to think on the beginning o’t.
Had I won but the length o' ae pair o’ the ſleeves,
then there wad been word o’ the ſpinning o’t:
Then I’d had twa waſtin, and bleached like ſnaw.
And on my twa gardies like muggons to draw,
And then fouk wad fay that auld Grizzy was braw.
And a was upon her ain ſpinning o’t.
