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Spain, Portugal I did abandon,
and seas mountains high I did speel,
Thro’ England I travelled d to London,
for the Lass wi’ the twa-handed Wheel.
But beauty it soon turns tasteless,
and luxury likewise grows stale,
For Cupid had render’d me restless,
‘till arriv'd in the land of Oatmeal;
There I met wi’ the pride o' Dunnotter,
for whom I had long stood at drill,
Saw blyth in Auld Reekie I got her,
the Lass wi’ the twa-handed Wheel.
O fools may gae hunt after riches,
they're nought but a trifling garb,
Tho‘ my bonny Lass is nae Dutchess,
yet ilk year she spins me a web:
For beauty and virtue’s her portion,
now and than there’s a lass or a chiel;
I ne‘er will repent my exertions
for the Lass wi‘ the twa-handed Wheel.
And now I have baith peace and pleasure,
my mind it is settled and still,
My Nell’s my delight and my treasure,
and love her for ever I will.
Tho’ now I’ve been seven years married,
new joys ev’ry day I do feel!
I’ll ay bless the time I preferred
the Lass wi’ the twa-handed Wheel.
