To The Weaver's Gin Ye Go

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.
1.
My heart was ance as blythe and free
As simmer days were lang;
But a bonie, westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.
2.
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.
3.
A bonie, westlin weaver lad
Sat working at his loom;
He took my heart, as wi' a net,
In every knot and thrum.
4.
I sat beside my warpin-wheel,
And ay I ca'd it roun';
And every shot and every knock,
My heart it gae a stoun.
5.
The moon was sinking in the west
Wi' visage pale and wan,
As my bonie, westlin weaver lad
Convoy'd me thro' the glen.
6.
But what was said, or what was done,
Shame fa' me gin I tell;
But O! I fear the kintra soon
Will ken as weel's mysel!

To The Weaver's Should You Go

Chorus
To the weaver's should you go fair maids,
To the weaver's should you go,
I warn you true, go never at night,
To the weaver's should you go.

My heart was once as blithe and free
As summer days were long;
But a handsome, western weaver lad
Has made me change my song.

My mother sent me to the town,
To warp a plaid web (homespun tweeled woolen);
But the weary, weary warping of it
Has made me sigh and sob.

A handsome, western weaver lad
Sat working at his loom;
He took my heart, as with a net,
In every knot and thrum.

I sat beside my warping-wheel,
And always I drove it round;
And every shot and every knock,
My heart it gave an ache.

The moon was sinking in the west
With visage pale and wan,
As my handsome, western weaver lad
Convoyed me through the glen.

But what was said, or what was done,
Shame befall me should I tell;
But O! I fear the county soon
Will know as well as myself!