The Gallant Weaver

written in 1791

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 ribbans fine; And I was fear'd my heart wad 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 give it to the Weaver. While birds rejoice in leafy bowers, While bees delight in opening flowers, While corn grows green in simmer showers, I love my gallant Weaver.