Luyện nghe bài hát Tae The Weaver's Gin Ye Go

My was ance as blythe and free
As days were lang,
But a westlin weaver lad
Has gart me my sang.

Tae the weaver's gin ye go maid,
Tae the gin ye go,
I rede ye richt, ne'er at nicht,
Tae the gin ye go.

My mither me tae the toon
Tae a plaiden wab;
But the weary warpin o't
Has gart me and sab.

A bonnie westlin lad
Sat at his loom
He my heart as wi a net
In every and thrum.

I sat my warpin-wheel
And ay I ca'd it
But every and every knock
my it gae a stoun.

The moon was in the west
Wi' pale and wan,
As my bonnie weaver lad
Convoy'd me the glen.

But what was said or was done
fa' me gin I tell
But Oh, I fear the kintra
ken as weel's mysel.