My heart was ance as blythe and free
As simmer days were lang
But a bonnie westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang
Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maids
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
I tell ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
My mither sent me tae the toon
Tae warp a plaiden wab;
But the weary weary warpin o't
Has gart me sigh and sab
Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maids
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
I tell ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
A bonnie westlin weaver lad
Was Sutton’ at his loom
He caught my heart as wi a net
In every knot and thrum
Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maids
Tae the weaver's gin ye go,
I tell ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht,
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
As I sat at my spinnin’’ wheel
Ay I ca'd it roun'
But every knock and every thread
Myheart it gaed a stoun
Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maids
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
I tell ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
The sun was seton’ in the west
Wi' visage pale and wan
As my bonnie westlin weaver lad
Convey'd me thro' the glen
Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maids
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
I tell ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
But what was said an’ what was done
I dinna dare tae tell
For soon I fear the kintra round
Will ken as weel as mysel
Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maids
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
I tell ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maids
Tae the weaver's gin ye go
I tell ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht
Tae the weaver's gin ye go