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AS I set at my spinning wheel,
A bony lad was patling by:
I view’d him round, and lik’d him weel,
For trouth he had a glancing eye.
My heart new panting, ‘gan to feel,
But still I turn’d my spinning-wheel.
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With looks all kindness he drew near,
And still mair lovely did appear;
And round about my slender waste
He clasp’d his arms, and me embrac’d:
To kiss my hand, syne down did kneel,
As I sat at my spinning-wheel.
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My milk-white hands he did extol,
And prais’d my fingers lang and small,
And said, there was nae lady fair
That ever cou’d with me compare.
These words into my heart did steel,
But still I turn’d my spinning-wheel.
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Altho’ I seemingly did chide,
Yet he wad never be deny’d,
But still declar’d his love the mair,
Until my heart was wounded fair:
That I my love cou’d scarce conceal,
Yet still I turn’d my spinning-wheel.
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My hanks of yarn, my rock and reel,
My winnels and my spinning-wheel;
He bid me leave them all with speed,
And gang with him to yonder mead:
My yielding heart strange flames did feel,
Yet still I turn’d my spinning-wheel.
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About my neck his arm he laid,
And whisper’d, rise my bony maid,
And with me to yon hay-cock go,
I’ll teach thee better wark to do.
In trouth I loo’d the motion weel,
And loot alane my spinning-wheel.
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Amang the pleasant cocks of hay,
Then with my bony lad I lay;
What lassie, young and saft as I,
Cou’d sic a handsome lad deny?
These pleasures I cannot reveal,
That far surpast the spinning-wheel.
