Burns' Popular Songs/The Gallant Weaver
The Gallant Weaver.
Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea,By mony a flower and spreading tree,There lives a lad, the lad for me,He is a gallant weaver.
Oh, I had wooers aught or nine,They gied me rings and ribbons fine;And I was feared my heart would tire.And I gied it to the weaver.
My daddie signed my tocher-band,To gie the lad that has the land;But to my heart I'll add my hand,And gie it to the weaver.
While birds rejoice in leafy bowers;While bees rejoice in opening flowersWhile corn grows green in simmer showers,I'll love my gallant weaver.