| Lyrics: | The Spinning Wheel
As I sat at my spinning wheel,
A handsome lad was passing by;
I
view'd him round, and lik'd him well,
For truth he had a glancing eye,
My heart now
panting 'gan to feel,
But still I turn'd the spinning wheel.
With looks all
kindness he drew near,
And still more lovely did appear,
And round about my slender waste
(sic),
He clasp'd his arms, and me embrac'd,
To kiss my hand, he down did
kneel,
As I sat at mr spinning-wheel.
My milk-white hands he did
extol,
And prais'd mr fingers long and small,
And said there was no lady fair,
That
ever could with me compare:
Those words into my heart did steal,
But still I
turn'd my spinning-wheel.
Altho' I seemingly did chide,
yet he would never be
deny'd;
But still declar'd his love the more,
Until mr heart was wounded sore;
That my love could scarce conceal,
Yet still I turn'd my spinning-wheel
My
hanks of yarn, my rock and reel,
My winnels and my spinning-wheel;
He bid me leave them
all with speed,
And go with him to yonder mead;
My yielding heart strange flames did
feel
Yet still I turn'd my spinning-wheel
About my neck his arm he
laid,
And whisper'd, Rise, my bonny maid,
And with me to that hay cock go,
I'll teach
you better work to do;
In truth I lov'd the motion well,
And let alone my
spinning-wheel.
Among the pleasant cocks of hay,
There with my bonny lad I
lay
What lass, so young and soft as I
Coulld such a handsome lad deny?
These
pleasures I cannot reveal
That far surpass the spinning-wheel.
From
Contentment, Douglas
@seduction @bawdy
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