The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/The gallant Weaver
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THE GALLANT WEAVER.
TUNE—'THE AULD WIFE AYONT THE FIRE.'
Where Cart rins rowin to the sea,
By monie a flow'r and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,
He is a gallant weaver.
By monie a flow'r 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 fear'd my heart would tine,
And I gied it to the weaver.
They gied me rings and ribbons fine;
And I was fear'd my heart would tine,
And I gied it to the weaver.
My daddie sign'd 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.
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 flowers;
While corn grows green in simmer showers,
I'll love my gallant weaver.
While bees rejoice in opening flowers;
While corn grows green in simmer showers,
I'll love my gallant weaver.