Tae The Weavers Gin Ye Go (Trad)

My heart was ance as blyth and free

As Summer days were lang

But a bonnie westlin weaver lad

Has gart me change my song

Chorus.

Tae the weavers gin ye go fair maid

Tae the weaver’ gin ye go

I rede ye richt, gang ne’er at nicht 

Tae the weavers gin ye go

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My mither sent me tae the toon

Tae warp a plaiden wab

But the weary weary warpin o’t

Has gart me sigh and sab

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A bonnie weslin weaver lad

Sat workin at his loom

He took my heart as wi a net

In every knot a thrum

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I sat beside my warpin-wheel

And ay I ca’d it roun

But every shot and every knock

My heart it gae a stoun.

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The moon was sinkin in the west

Wi’ visage pale and wan

As my bonnie weslin weaver lad

convoy’d me thro the glen

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But what was said or what was done

Shame fa’ me gin I tell

But Oh, I fear the kintra soon

Will ken as weel’s mysel.

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