To The Weavers Gin Ye Go

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  to the weavers gin ye go
  my heart was ance as blithe and free
  as simmer days were lang;
  but a bonie, westlin weaver lad
  has gart me change my sang.
  chorus.—to the weaver's gin ye go, fair maids,
  to the weaver's gin ye go;
  i rede you right, gang ne'er at night,
  to the weaver's gin ye go.
  my mither sent me to the town,
  to warp a plaiden wab;
  but the weary, weary warpin o't
  has gart me sigh and sab.
  to the weaver's, c.
  a bonie, westlin weaver lad
  sat working at his loom;
  he took my heart as wi' a net,
  in every knot and thrum.
  to the weaver's, c.
  i sat beside my warpin-wheel,
  and aye i ca'd it roun';
  but every shot and evey knock,
  my heart it gae a stoun.
  to the weaver's, c.
  the moon was sinking in the west,
  wi' visage pale and wan,
  as my bonie, westlin weaver lad
  convoy'd me thro' the glen.
  to the weaver's, c.
  but what was said, or what was done,
  shame fa' me gin i tell;
  but oh! i fear the kintra soon
  will ken as weel's myself!
  to the weaver's, c.

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