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And then, after a’, may-be labour in vain,
When the wind and the weet gets the fuſhion o’t.
But tho’ it ſhould happen the weather to bide,
wi’ beetles we're ſet to the drubbing o’t;
And then frae our fingers to gudge a’ the hide,
wi’ the weariſome wark o’ the ſpinning o’t:
And ſyne ilka tait maun be heckled out-thro’,
The lint putten a gate, anither the tow,
Syne on a rock wi’t, and it taks a low!
The back o’ my hand to the ſpinning o’t.
Qu’ Jenny, I think, woman, we’re in the right,
ſet your feet a ſpar to the ſpinning o't;
We may tak our advice frae our ain mither’s fright,
that ſhe gat when ſhe tried the ſpinning o’t.
They'll ſay that auld fouk are twice bairns indeed,
And fae has foe kyth’d it, but there is mea need.
To ſie an amshah that we drive out o’ head.
As lang’s we’re fae fear’d frae the ſpinning o’t.
Quo’ Nancy, her youngeſt, I’ve now heard you a’,
and dowy’s your doom o’ the ſpinning o’t;
Gin ye fan, the cow ſlings, the cog’s caſt awa’,
ye may ſee where ye’ll lick up your winning o’t.
Bet I ſee that by ſpinning ye’ll never be braw,
But gae by the name o’ a dilp or a daw;
But lick where you like, I ſhall ance ſhake a fa’,
Afore I be dung wi’ the ſpinning o’t.
For weel can I mind me, when black Willie Bell
had Tibbie there juſt at the whining o’t,
What blew up the bargain ſhe kens wee! herſel,
