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IX. MISCELLANEOUS |
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On lofty aiks the cushats wail, And Echo cons the doolfu' tale. The lintwhites in the hazel braes, Delighted, rival ither's lays; The craik amang the claver hay, The paitrick whirrin o'er the ley, The swallow jinkin round my shiel, Amuse me at my spinnin-wheel.
Wi' sma' to sell and less to buy, Aboon distress, below envy, 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, Can they the peace and pleasure feel Of Bessie at her spinnin-wheel ? |
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No. 321. Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west.
Tune : Up in the morning early Scots Musical Museum, 1788, No. 140. |
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Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly, Sae loud and shill 's I hear the blast—
I'm sure it's winter fairly. |
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