Tae The Weaver's Gin Ye Go
CHORUS:
Tae the weaver's gin ye go, fair maids,
Tae the weaver's gin ye go,
I rede you right, gang ne'er at night,
Tae the weaver's gin ye go.
My heart was once as blythe and free
As simmer days were lang;
But a bonny, westlin weaver lad
Has got me change my sang.
My mmither sent me tae the town
To warp a plaiden wab;
But the weary, weary warpin' o't
Has gart me sigh and sab.
A bonny westlin weaver lad
Sat working at his loom;
He took my heart, as wi' a net,
In every knot and thrum.
I sat beside my warpin-wheel,
And ay I ca'd it roun';
And every shot and every knock,
My heart it gae a stoun.
The moon was sinking in the west
Wi' visage pal and wan,
As my bonny, westlin weaver lad
Convoy'd me through the glen.
But what was said, or what was done,
Shame fa' me gin I tell;
But O! I fear the kintra soon
Will ken as weel's myself!