The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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The kettle o' the kirk and state.
Perhaps a clout may fail in't
But deil a foreign tinkler loon
; ; !
Shall ever ca' a nail in't.
Our fathers' blood the kettle bought.
And who would dare to spoil it ?
By heaven, the sacrilegious dog
Shall fuel be to boil it I
The wretch that would a tyrant own
And the wretch, his true-born brother,
Who'd set the mob aboon the throne
May they be damned together I
Who will not sing, " God save the King !'
Shall hing as high's the steeple ;
But while we sing, " God save the King I"
We'll ne'er forget the people.
BESSY AND HER SPINNING WHEEL.
BURNS.
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Tune— T^e lottofn of the Punch Botvh
O LEEZE me* on my spinning-wheel !
O leeze me on my rock and reel
Frae tap to tae that deeds me bien,
And haps me feilf and warm at e'en !
I'll set me doun, and sing, and spin,
While laigh descends the simmer sun ;
Blest wi' content, and milk, and meal—
O leeze me on my spinning-wheel I
On ilka hand the bumies trot.
And meet below my theekit cot
* An exclamation of endenrment.
t Covers me with a suff agreeable to the skin.