The Gallant Weaver
The Gallant Weaver | |
Robert Burns, 1791
| Whaur Card rins rowin' tae the sea By mony 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 hairt wad twine And I gied it tae the weaver. | 2. My daddy sign'd my tocher-band, Tae gies the lad wha has the land, But tae my hairt I'll add my hand, And I'll gie it tae the Weaver. While birds rejoice in leafy bowers, While bees rejoice in op'ning flowers, While corn grows green in summer showers, I love my gallant Weaver. |