"To the Weaver's Gin Ye Go" as written by and Serge Hovey 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.

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.

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

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

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

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


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"To the Weaver's Gin Ye Go" as written by Serge Hovey Robert Burns

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