Текст песни Burns Robert - To The Weavers Gin Ye Go
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TO THE WEAVER"S 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)filename[GINYOUGOplay.exe GINYOUGOARB===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===