Where Cart rins rowin’ to the sea,
Bymony a flower and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,
He is a gallant Weaver.
O, I had wooers aughtornine,
They gied me rings and ribbons fine;
And I was fear’d my heart wadtine,
And I giedit to the Weaver.
My daddie sign’d my tocher-band,
To giethe lad that has the land,
Butto 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,
I love my gallant Weaver.