208. Song—To the Weaver's gin ye go

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208. Song—To the Weaver's gin ye go by Robert Burns

 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.

Form: Ballad

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