Weaver

Weaver - Steeleye Span

I am a wee weaver confined to my loom

My lover she is fair as the red rose in June

She's loved by all young men and that does grieve me

My heart's in the bosom of lovely Mary.

As Willie and Mary rode by yon shady bower

Where Willie and Mary spent many a happy hour

Where the thrush and the blackbird do constantly call

The praises of Mary 'round Locherin's shore.

As Willie and Mary rode by yon river side

Said Willie to Mary : 'Will you be my bride ?'

This couple got married and they'll roam no more

Their pleasures and treasures 'round Locherin's shore.