Oh, I was a tailor, I carried 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 I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again
I'm a hand to my trade I fell in love a factory maid And if I but her favour win I'd stand beside her and by steam
My to me scornful said "How could you a factory maid?" you could have girls fine and gay Dressed like unto the of May
As for your fine girls I don't If I could but my dear I'd in the factory all the day And she and I'd our shuttles in play
I to my love's bedroom door often times I had been before But I could not nor yet get in The pleasant bed that my lies in
How can you say it's a bed When nowt there but a factory maid? And a factory although she be Blest is the man that she
O pleasant thoughts come to me As I turn down the sheets so And I seen her two standing so Like two white hills all covered 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 trade is the weaver
The yarn is made into cloth at The ends of the they are made quite fast The weaver's labors are now all Such a trade is the weaver
Where are the girls, I will you plain The girls have to weave by steam And if you'd them you must rise at dawn And trudge to the in the early morn
Oh, I was a tailor, I carried my bodkin and shears When I was a weaver, I my roods and my gear My also, my small clothes and reed in my hand And I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again