to the weavers gin ye go
my heart was ance as blithe and free
as simmer days were ng;
but a bonie, westlin weaver d
has gart me ge my sang.
chorus.—to the weaver's gin ye go, fair maids,
to the weaver's gin ye go;
i rede yht, gang ne'er at night,
to the weaver's gin ye go.
my mither seo the town,
to a piden wab;
but the weary, weary in o't
has gart me sigh and sab.
to the weaver's, &c.
a bonie, westlin weaver d
sat w at his loom;
he took my heart as wi' a ,
in every knot and thrum.
to
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