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I am a wee weaver confined to my loom
And my lover 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 Mary
As Willie and Mary roamed by yon shady bower
Where Willie and Mary spent many a happy hour
Where the blackbirds and thrushes do concert and chorus
The praises of Mary and Lough Erin shore
As Willie and Mary roamed down by yonder riverside
Where Willie asked Mary “Will you be my bride?”
They got married and they’ll roam no more
They’ll have pleasures and treasures and love Lough Erin shore
Mary
Mary
I am a wee weaver confined to my loom
And my lover she is fairer than the red rose in bloom
