Burns' Popular Songs/The Gallant Weaver

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

The Gallant Weaver.

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 ribbons fine;
And I was feared my heart would tire.
And I gied it to the weaver.

My daddie signed 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.

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.

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