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Steeleye Span - "The Weaver And The Factory Maid"
Lyrics to The Weaver And The Factory Maid : When I was a tailor I carried my bodkin and shears When I was a weaver I carried my roods and my gear My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my hand And wherever I go, heres the jolly bold weaver again Im a hand weaver to my trade I fell in love with a factory maid And if I could but her favour win Id stand beside her and weave by steam My father to me scornful said How could you fancy a factory maid When you could have girls fine and gay Dressed like unto the Queen of May As for your fine girls I dont care If I could but enjoy my dear Id stand in the factory all the day And she and Id keep our shuttles in play I went to my loves bedroom door Where often times I had been before But I could not speak nor yet get in The pleasant bed that my love laid in How can you say its a pleasant bed Where nowt lies there but a factory maid' A factory lass although she be Blest in the man that enjoys she O pleasant thoughts come to my mind As I turn doen the sheets so fine And I seen her two breasts standing so Like two white hills all covered with snow The loom goes click and the loom goes clack The shuttle flies forward and then flies back The weavers so bent that hes like to crack Such a wearisome trade is the weavers The yarn is made into cloth at last The ends of west they are made quite fast The weavers labour are now all past Such a wearisome trade is the weavers Where are the girls I will tell you plain The girls have gone to weave by steam And if youd find them you must rise at dawn And trudge to the mill in the early morn When I was a tailor I carried my bodkin and shears When I was a weaver I carried my roods and my gear My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my hand And wherever I go, heres the jolly bold weaver again [ The Weaver And The Factory Maid Lyrics ]
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