Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

Oh, when I was a tailor, I carried my and shears
When I was a weaver, I carried my roods and my
My temples also, my small and reed in my hand
And wherever I go, here's the jolly bold weaver

I'm a hand weaver to my
I fell in love with a maid
And if I but her favour win
I'd stand beside her and by steam

My to me scornful said
"How could you fancy a maid?"
When you have girls fine and gay
like unto the Queen of May

As for your fine I don't care
If I could but my dear
I'd in the factory all the day
And she and I'd keep our in play

I went to my love's door
Where times I had been before
But I could not nor yet get in
The pleasant bed my love lies in

How can you say a pleasant bed
When nowt lies there but a factory
And a lass although she be
Blest is the man enjoys she

O pleasant thoughts to me mind
As I turn down the so fine
And I seen her two breasts so
two white hills all covered with snow

The loom goes click and the loom clack
The shuttle flies forward and then flies
The weaver's so bent that like to crack
Such a wearisome is the weaver

The is made into cloth at last
The ends of the weft they are made fast
The weaver's labors are now all
Such a trade is the weaver

Where are the girls, I will tell you
The girls have gone to by steam
And if find them you must rise at dawn
And trudge to the mill in the early

Oh, when I was a tailor, I my bodkin and shears
When I was a weaver, I carried my and my gear
My temples also, my small and reed in my hand
And wherever I go, here's the jolly bold again