My heart was ance as blythe and free
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As simmer days were lang,
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But a bonnie westlin weaver lad
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Has gart me change my sang.
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Chorus:
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Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maid,
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Tae the weaver's gin ye go,
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I rede ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht,
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Tae the weaver's gin ye go.
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My mither sent me tae the toon
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Tae warp a plaiden wab;
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But the weary weary warpin o't
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Has gart me sigh and sab.
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Chorus
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A bonnie westlin weaver lad
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Sat workin at his loom
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He took my heart as wi a net
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In every knot and thrum.
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Chorus
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I sat beside my warpin-wheel
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And ay I ca'd it roun'
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But every shot and every knock
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my heart it gae a stoun.
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Chorus
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The moon was sinkin in the west
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Wi' visage pale and wan,
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As my bonnie westlin weaver lad
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Convoy'd me thro' the glen.
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Chorus
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But what was said or what was done
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Shame fa' me gin I tell
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But Oh, I fear the kintra soon
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Will ken as weel's mysel.
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Chorus
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Tae The Weaver's Gin Ye Go
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| Andy M. Stewart |
