The Weaver And The Factory Maid Lyrics - Live At A Distance - Steeleye Span

Oh, when I was a tailor, I carried my bodkin and shears 

When I was a weaver, I carried my roods and my gear 

My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my hand 

And wherever I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again 

I'm a hand weaver to my trade 

I fell in love with a factory maid 

And if I could but her favour win 

I'd stand beside her and weave by steam 

My father to me scornful said 

"How could you fancy a factory maid?" 

When you could have girls fine and gay 

Dressed like unto the Queen of May 

As for your fine girls I don't care 

If I could but enjoy my dear 

I'd stand in the factory all the day 

And she and I'd keep our shuttles in play 

I went to my love's bedroom door 

Where often times I had been before 

But I could not speak nor yet get in 

The pleasant bed that my love lies in 

How can you say it's a pleasant bed 

When nowt lies there but a factory maid? 

And a factory lass although she be 

Blest is the man that enjoys she 

O pleasant thoughts come to me mind 

As I turn down the sheets so fine 

And I seen her two breasts standing so 

Like two white hills all covered with snow 

The loom goes click and the loom goes clack 

The shuttle flies forward and then flies back 

The weaver's so bent that he's like to crack 

Such a wearisome trade is the weaver 

The yarn is made into cloth at last 

The ends of the weft they are made quite fast 

The weaver's labors are now all past 

Such a wearisome trade is the weaver 

Where are the girls, I will tell you plain 

The girls have gone to weave by steam 

And if you'd find them you must rise at dawn 

And trudge to the mill in the early morn 

Oh, when I was a tailor, I carried my bodkin and shears 

When I was a weaver, I carried my roods and my gear 

My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my hand 

And wherever I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again