The Weaver and the Factory Girl Oh, when I was a tailor I carried my bodkin and shears When I was a weaver I carried my roods and my gear My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my hand And wherever I go, it's a jolly bold weaver again. I'm a hired weaver to be trained I fell in love with a factory maid And if I could but her favor win I'd stand beside her and we'd be (?) Me father to me strongly said How could you fancy a factory maid When you could have girls fine and gay Dressed like unto the Queen of the May As for your fine girls I don't care If I'm (?) and join my dear I'd stand in the factory all the day And she and I'd be (?) shuttles in (play?) I went to my love's bedroom door Where often times I had been before But I could not speak nor yet get in The pleasant bed that my love lay in How can I say it's a pleasant bed When (wi nowt??) lies but a factory maid, And the factory noise aill about you be Blessed be the man that enjoys she Oh, pleasant thoughts come to me mind As I turn down there sheets so fine And I see now two breasts standing so Like two whitw hills all covered with snow. The reed goes click and the (f?) goes clack And then the shuttle flies forward and then flies back. The weaver saw then things might be black Such a wearisome trade is the weaver Thank God, it's made into cloth at last The ends of the work they are made quite fast The weaver's labors are now all past Such a wearisome trade is the weaver. Where are the girls? I will tell ya boy The girls have gone to leave to sleep And if you'd find them you must rise up boy And trudge to the mill in the early morn, Oh, when I was a tailor I carried my bodkin and shears When I was a weaver I carried my roods and my gear My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my hand And wherever I go, it's a jolly bold weaver again. Recorded on Parcel of Rogues XX apr96
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