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.