Oh, when I was a tailor, I my bodkin and shears I was a weaver, I carried my roods and my gear My temples also, my small clothes and in my hand And wherever I go, the jolly bold weaver again
I'm a hand weaver to my I fell in love a factory maid And if I but her favour win I'd stand beside her and weave by
My father to me scornful "How could you a factory maid?" When you have girls fine and gay Dressed like the Queen of May
As for your fine girls I care If I could but enjoy my I'd in the factory all the day And she and I'd keep our in play
I went to my love's bedroom Where times I had been before But I not speak nor yet get in The pleasant bed my love lies in
How can you say it's a bed When lies there but a factory maid? And a lass although she be is the man that enjoys she
O thoughts come to me mind As I turn down the so fine And I seen her two breasts so Like two hills all covered with snow
The loom goes click and the loom goes The shuttle flies forward and then back The weaver's so bent that he's to crack a wearisome trade is the weaver
The yarn is made into at last The of the weft they are made quite fast The weaver's are now all past a wearisome trade is the weaver
Where are the girls, I will tell you The girls have to weave by steam And if you'd find them you must at dawn And to the mill in the early morn
Oh, I was a tailor, I carried my bodkin and shears I was a weaver, I carried my roods and my gear My temples also, my small and reed in my hand And I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again