To The Weaver's Gin Ye Go Lyrics - Andy M. Stewart

My heart was ance as blithe and free 

As simmer days were lang; 

But a bonie, westlin weaver lad 

Has gart me change my sang. 

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. 

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. 

To the weaver's, &c. 

A bonie, westlin weaver lad 

Sat working at his loom; 

He took my heart as wi' a net, 

In every knot and thrum. 

To the weaver's, &c. 

I sat beside my warpin-wheel, 

And aye I ca'd it roun'; 

But every shot and evey knock, 

My heart it gae a stoun. 

To the weaver's, &c. 

The moon was sinking in the west, 

Wi' visage pale and wan, 

As my bonie, westlin weaver lad 

Convoy'd me thro' the glen. 

To the weaver's, &c. 

But what was said, or what was done, 

Shame fa' me gin I tell; 

But Oh! I fear the kintra soon 

Will ken as weel's myself! 

To the weaver's, &c.