The Wee Weaver
๐ต 674 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:12 duration
๐ ID: 31350553
๐ Lyrics
I am the wee weaver, confined to my loom
And my love she is fairer, than the red rose in bloom
She is loved by all young men, and that does grieve me
There's a heart in my bosom, for lovely Marie
As Willie and Mary, rode by yon shady bough
Where Willie and Mary, spent many's the happy hour
Where the blackbirds and thrushes, do concerts and curse
The praises of Mary, a love fair and sure
As Mary and Willie, rode by yon river side
Says Willie to Mary, "Will you be my bride?"
This couple got married, and they roved no more
They have pleasure and treasure, a love fair and sure
I am the wee weaver, confined to my loom
And my love she is fairer, than the red rose in bloom
And my love she is fairer, than the red rose in bloom
She is loved by all young men, and that does grieve me
There's a heart in my bosom, for lovely Marie
As Willie and Mary, rode by yon shady bough
Where Willie and Mary, spent many's the happy hour
Where the blackbirds and thrushes, do concerts and curse
The praises of Mary, a love fair and sure
As Mary and Willie, rode by yon river side
Says Willie to Mary, "Will you be my bride?"
This couple got married, and they roved no more
They have pleasure and treasure, a love fair and sure
I am the wee weaver, confined to my loom
And my love she is fairer, than the red rose in bloom