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

My was ance as blithe and free
As simmer days lang;
But a bonie, westlin lad
Has me change my sang.

Chorus.-To the gin ye go, fair maids,
To the gin ye go;
I rede you right, gang at night,
To the gin ye go.

My sent me to the town,
To warp a plaiden
But the weary, warpin o't
Has gart me and sab.
To the weaver's, &c.

A bonie, westlin lad
Sat working at his
He took my as wi' a net,
In every and thrum.
To the weaver's, &c.

I sat my warpin-wheel,
And aye I ca'd it
But every and evey knock,
My it gae a stoun.
To the weaver's, &c.

The moon was in the west,
Wi' visage and wan,
As my bonie, weaver lad
me thro' the glen.
To the weaver's, &c.

But what was said, or was done,
fa' me gin I tell;
But Oh! I the kintra soon
ken as weel's myself!
To the weaver's, &c.