To The Weavers Gin Ye Go Lyrics

To The Weavers Gin Ye Go lyrics

TO THE WEAVER"S GIN YE GO
(Robert Burns)
My heart was ance as blythe
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.
A bonie,
westlin weaver lad
  Sat working at his loom;
He took my heart, as
wi' a net,
  In every knot and thrum.
I sat beside my
warpin-wheel,
  And ay I ca'd it roun'.
But every shot and every
knock,
  My heart it gae a stoun.
The moon was sinking in the
west,
  Wi' visage pale and wan,
As my bonie, westlin weaver lad
   Convoy'd me thro' the glen.
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 mysel!
tune: To the Weaver's gin ye go (194)
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