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to the weavers g ye go

y heart was ance as blithe and free

as sir days were ng;

but a bonie, westl weaver d

has gart chan y sang

chor—to the weaver&039;s g ye go, fair aids,

to the weaver&039;s g ye go;

i rede you right, gang ne&039;er at night,

to the weaver&039;s g ye go

y ither sent to the town,

to warp a piden wab;

but the weary, weary warp o&039;t

has gart sigh and sab

to the weaver&039;s, c

a bonie, westl weaver d

sat workg at his loo;

he took y heart as wi&039; a ,

every knot and thru

to the weaver&039;s, c

i sat beside y warp-wheel,

and aye i ca&039;d it roun&039;;

but every shot and evey knock,

y heart it gae a stoun

to the weaver&039;s, c

the oon was skg the west,

wi&039; visa pale and wan,

as y bonie, westl weaver d

nvoy&039;d thro&039; the glen

to the weaver&039;s, c

but what was said, or what was done,

sha fa&039; g i tell;

but oh! i fear the ktra on

will ken as weel&039;s yself!

to the weaver&039;s, c