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TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS
No. 19. My heart was ance as blythe and free.
Tune: To the weaver's gin ye go.
Slowly
Scots Musical Miiseiitn, 1788, No. 103.
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My heart was ance as blythe and free as sim - mar days were
lang ; But a bonie, west - lin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang.
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To the iveaver^s gin ye go, fair maids, To the -weavcr^s gin ye
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go, I rede you right, gang ne'er at night,To the weaver^ s gin ye go.
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 yott right, gang ne'er at night,
To the weaver s gilt 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.