Let lords and fine ladies look round them and see
If e'er ane amang them be blyther than me;
I sit at my wheely and sing thro' the day,
And ca't my ain warld that runs rolling away.

Sae twirl thee round, wheely, I'll sing while I may;
I'll try to be happy the hale o' the day:
If we wadna mak griefs o' bit trisles sae sma',
The warld wad run smoothly roun', roun' wi' us a'.

There's ups and downs in it I see very plain,
For the spoke that's at bottom, gets topmost again;
Sae twirl thee round, wheely, I see how things turn,
And I see too 'tis folly for mortals to mourn.

Sae twirl thee round, wheely, &c.

That life is a spinster I often have read,
And too fine she draws out her spider--like thread;
A breath can destroy what's so slenderly made,
And life for her trouble has seldom been paid.

Sae twirl thee round, wheely, &c.