To The Weavers Gin Ye Go — текст песни (Burns Robert)

TO THE WEAVERS GIN YE GO
(Robert Burns)
My heart was ance as blythe and free
As simmer days were lang;
But a bonie, westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.
CHORUS
To the weaver`s gin ye go, fair maids,
To the weaver`s gin ye go,
I rede you right, gang ne`er at night,
To the weaver`s gin ye go.
My mither sent me to the town,
To warp a plaiden wab;
But the weary, weary warpin o`t
Has gart me sigh and sab.
A bonie, westlin weaver lad
Sat working at his loom;
He took my heart, as wi` a net,
In every knot and thrum.
I sat beside my warpin-wheel,
And ay I ca`d it roun`.
But every shot and every knock,
My heart it gae a stoun.
The moon was sinking in the west,
Wi` visage pale and wan,
As my bonie, westlin weaver lad
Convoy`d me thro` the glen.
But what was said, or what was done,
Shame fa` me gin I tell;
But Oh! I fear the kintra soon
Will ken as weel`s mysel!
tune: To the Weaver`s gin ye go (194)
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