Letra de To The Weaver's Gin Ye Go

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!