My heart was aince as blyth and free As summer days are lang But a bonie westlin' weaver lad Has gart me change my sang Tae the weavers gin ye gang, fair maids Tae the weavers gin ye gang I'll rede you richt, gang ne'er at nicht Tae the weavers gin ye gang My mither sent me tae the toon Tae warp a plaiden wab But the weary weary warpin' o't Has gart me sigh and sab Tae the weavers gin ye gang, fair maids Tae the weavers gin ye gang I'll rede you richt, gang ne'er at nicht Tae the weavers gin ye gang A bonnie westlin' weaver lad Sat working at his loom He took my heart as wi' a net In every knot and thrum Tae the weavers gin ye gang, fair maids Tae the weavers gin ye gang I'll rede you richt, gang ne'er at nicht Tae the weavers gin ye gang I sat beside my warpin-wheel And aye I ca'd it roun' But every shot and every knock My heart it gae a stoun Tae the weavers gin ye gang, fair maids Tae the weavers gin ye gang I'll rede you richt, gang ne'er at nicht Tae the weavers gin ye gang The moon was sinking in the west Wi' visage pale and wan When my bonnie westlin' weaver lad Convoy'd me thro' the glen Tae the weavers gin ye gang, fair maids Tae the weavers gin ye gang I'll rede you richt, gang ne'er at nicht Tae the weavers gin ye gang But what was said and what was done Shame fa' me gin I tell But oh, I fear the country soon Will ken as weel's mysel' Tae the weavers gin ye gang, fair maids Tae the weavers gin ye gang I'll rede you richt, gang ne'er at nicht Tae the weavers gin ye gang Tae the weavers gin ye gang, fair maids Tae the weavers gin ye gang I'll rede you richt, gang ne'er at nicht Tae the weavers gin ye gang