To the Weaver's Gin Ye Go

Melody -

Robert Burns, 1788

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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 heart was ance as blythe and free
As simmer days were lang;
But a bonny, westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.
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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.
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3. A bonny, westlin weaver lad
Sat working at his loom;
He took my heart, as wi' a net,
In every knot and thrum.
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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.
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5. The moon was sinking in the west
Wi' visage pale and wan,
As my bonny, westlin weaver lad
Convoy'd me thro' the glen.
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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!
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