My heart was ance as blyth and free<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As Summer days were lang<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But a bonnie westlin weaver lad<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Has gart me change my song<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chorus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tae the weavers gin ye go fair maid<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tae the weaver’ gin ye go<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I rede ye richt, gang ne’er at nicht <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tae the weavers gin ye go<\/p>\n\n\n\n
.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My mither sent me tae the toon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tae warp a plaiden wab<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the weary weary warpin o’t<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Has gart me sigh and sab<\/p>\n\n\n\n
.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A bonnie weslin weaver lad<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sat workin at his loom<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He took my heart as wi a net<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In every knot a thrum<\/p>\n\n\n\n
.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sat beside my warpin-wheel<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And ay I ca’d it roun<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But every shot and every knock<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My heart it gae a stoun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The moon was sinkin in the west<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wi’ visage pale and wan<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As my bonnie weslin weaver lad<\/p>\n\n\n\n
convoy’d me thro the glen<\/p>\n\n\n\n
.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what was said or what was done<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shame fa’ me gin I tell<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But Oh, I fear the kintra soon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will ken as weel’s mysel.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 . … <\/p>\n