Miss Gilpin's Song

Let Lords and fine ladies look round them and see

If 'ere one among them be blither than me

For I sit at my wheelie and I sing through the day

And cast my own world that goes rolling away.

So twirl thee round, wheelie, I'll sing while I may

I long to be happy the whole of the day

If we would not make griefs o' bit trifles so small

The world would run smoothly round, round with us all

There's ups and there's downs and I see it quite plain

The spoke that's at bottom gets top-most again

So twirl thee round wheely, I'll see how things turn

I see, too, 'tis folly for mortals to mourn

So twirl thee round, wheelie, I'll sing while I may

I long to be happy the whole of the day

If we would not make griefs o' bit trifles so small

The world would run smoothly round, round with us all

Twirl the round wheely, spin round

Spinning round, round with us all

Twirl thee round wheely, spin round

As long as I'm singing

The wheel will keep spinning

Spin round

That life is a spinster I oft times have read

Too fine she draws out her spider-like thread

A breath can destroy what's so slenderly made

Life for her trouble has seldom been paid.

So twirl thee round, wheelie, I'll sing while I may

I long to be happy the whole of the day

If we would not make griefs o' bit trifles so small

The world would run smoothly round, round with us all

Twirl the round wheely, spin round

Spinning round, round with us all

Twirl thee round wheely, spin round

As long as I'm singing

The wheel will keep spinning

As long as we're singing

The world will keep spinning

Spin round

Watch the wheel spin round

Set the wheel spinning round

Striding Edge song written by Susanna Blamire 18thC. additional lyrics Mike Willoughby