I'VE
GOTTEN
A
ROCK
,
I'VE
GOTTEN
A
REEL
.
Air
—
The
White
Cockade
.
I'VE
gotten
a
rock
,
I've
gotten
a
reel
,
I've
gotten
a
wee
bit
spinning-wheel
;
An'
by
the
whirling
rim
I've
found
How
the
weary
,
weary
warl
goes
round
.
'Tis
roun'
an'
roun'
the
spokes
they
go
,
Now
ane
is
up
,
an'
ane
is
low
;
'Tis
by
ups
and
downs
in
Fortune's
wheel
,
That
mony
ane
gets
a
rock
to
reel
.
I've
seen
a
lassie
barefoot
gae
,
Look
dash'd
an'
blate
,
wi'
nought
to
say
;
But
as
the
wheel
turn'd
round
again
,
She
chirp'd
an'
talk'd
,
nor
seem'd
the
same
:
Sae
fine
she
goes
,
sae
far
aglee
,
That
folks
she
kenn'd
she
canna
see
;
An'
fleeching
chiels
around
her
thrang
,
Till
she
miskens
her
a'
day
lang
.
There's
Jock
,
when
the
bit
lass
was
poor
,
Ne'er
trudg'd
o'er
the
lang
mossy
moor
,
Though
now
to
the
knees
he
wades
,
I
trow
,
Through
winter's
weet
an'
winter's
snow
:
An'
Pate
declar'd
the
ither
morn
,
She
was
like
a
lily
amang
the
corn
;
Though
ance
he
swore
her
dazzling
een
Were
bits
o'
glass
that
black'd
had
been
.
Now
,
lassies
,
I
hae
found
it
out
,
What
men
make
a'
this
phrase
about
;
For
when
they
praise
your
blinking
ee
,
'Tis
certain
that
your
gowd
they
see
:
An'
when
they
talk
o'
roses
bland
,
They
think
o'
the
roses
o'
your
land
;
But
should
dame
Fortune
turn
her
wheel
,
They'd
aff
in
a
dance
of
a
threesome
reel
.