Christine Kydd - Tae the Weavers Gin Ye Go

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