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My heart was ance as blithe 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.