Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 330. Song—The Gallant Weaver |
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| WHERE Cart rins rowin’ to the sea, | |
| By mony a flower and spreading tree, | |
| There lives a lad, the lad for me, | |
| He is a gallant Weaver. | |
| O, I had wooers aught or nine, | 5 |
| They gied me rings and ribbons fine; | |
| And I was fear’d my heart wad tine, | |
| And I gied it to the Weaver. | |
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| My daddie sign’d my tocher-band, | |
| To gie the lad that has the land, | 10 |
| But to my heart I’ll add my hand, | |
| And give it to the Weaver. | |
| While birds rejoice in leafy bowers, | |
| While bees delight in opening flowers, | |
| While corn grows green in summer showers, | 15 |
| I love my gallant Weaver. | |
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