1.
Where Cart rins rowin to the sea
By monie a flower and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me -
He is a gallant weaver!
O, I had wooers aught or nine,
They gied me rings and ribbons fine,
And I was fear'd my heart wad tine,
And I gied it to the weaver.
2.
My daddie sign'd my tocher-band
To gie the lad that has the land;
But to my heart I'll add my hand,
And give it to the weaver.
While birds rejoice in leafy bowers,
While bees delight in opening flowers
While corn grows green in summer showers,
I love my gallant weaver.

Where Cart runs rolling to the sea
By many a flower and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me -
He is a gallant weaver!
O, I had wooers eight or nine,
They gave me rings and ribbons fine,
And I was afraid my heart would be lost,
And I gave it to the weaver.

My daddy signed my dowry deed of settlement
To give the lad that has the land;
But to my heart I will add my hand,
And give it to the weaver.
While birds rejoice in leafy bowers,
While bees delight in opening flowers
While corn grows green in summer showers,
I love my gallant weaver.