The Weaver and the Factory Maid Lyrics

Song	The Weaver and the Factory Maid
Artist	Steeleye Span
Album	The Very Best of Steeleye Span - Present
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	作词 : Traditional
	Oh, 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, here's the jolly bold weaver again
	I'm a hand weaver to my trade
	I fell in love with a factory maid
	And if I could but her favour win
	I'd 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 don't care
	If I could but enjoy my dear
	I'd stand in the factory all the day
	And she and
	I'd keep our shuttles in play
	I went to my love's bedroom door
	Where often times
	I had been before
	But I could not speak nor yet get in
	The pleasant bed that my love lies in
	How can you say it's a pleasant bed
	When nowt lies there but a factory maid?
	And a factory lass although she be
	Blest is the man that enjoys she
	O pleasant thoughts come to me mind
	As I turn down 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 weaver's so bent that he's like to crack
	Such a wearisome trade is the weaver
	The yarn is made into cloth at last
	The ends of the weft they are made quite fast
	The weaver's labors are now all past
	Such a wearisome trade is the weaver
	Where are the girls,
	I will tell you plain
	The girls have gone to weave by steam
	And if you'd find them you must rise at dawn
	And trudge to the mill in the early morn
	Oh, 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, here's the jolly bold weaver again

	zuo ci : Traditional
	Oh, 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, here' s the jolly bold weaver again
	I' m a hand weaver to my trade
	I fell in love with a factory maid
	And if I could but her favour win
	I' d 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 don' t care
	If I could but enjoy my dear
	I' d stand in the factory all the day
	And she and
	I' d keep our shuttles in play
	I went to my love' s bedroom door
	Where often times
	I had been before
	But I could not speak nor yet get in
	The pleasant bed that my love lies in
	How can you say it' s a pleasant bed
	When nowt lies there but a factory maid?
	And a factory lass although she be
	Blest is the man that enjoys she
	O pleasant thoughts come to me mind
	As I turn down 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 weaver' s so bent that he' s like to crack
	Such a wearisome trade is the weaver
	The yarn is made into cloth at last
	The ends of the weft they are made quite fast
	The weaver' s labors are now all past
	Such a wearisome trade is the weaver
	Where are the girls,
	I will tell you plain
	The girls have gone to weave by steam
	And if you' d find them you must rise at dawn
	And trudge to the mill in the early morn
	Oh, 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, here' s the jolly bold weaver again

	zuò cí : Traditional
	Oh, 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, here' s the jolly bold weaver again
	I' m a hand weaver to my trade
	I fell in love with a factory maid
	And if I could but her favour win
	I' d 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 don' t care
	If I could but enjoy my dear
	I' d stand in the factory all the day
	And she and
	I' d keep our shuttles in play
	I went to my love' s bedroom door
	Where often times
	I had been before
	But I could not speak nor yet get in
	The pleasant bed that my love lies in
	How can you say it' s a pleasant bed
	When nowt lies there but a factory maid?
	And a factory lass although she be
	Blest is the man that enjoys she
	O pleasant thoughts come to me mind
	As I turn down 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 weaver' s so bent that he' s like to crack
	Such a wearisome trade is the weaver
	The yarn is made into cloth at last
	The ends of the weft they are made quite fast
	The weaver' s labors are now all past
	Such a wearisome trade is the weaver
	Where are the girls,
	I will tell you plain
	The girls have gone to weave by steam
	And if you' d find them you must rise at dawn
	And trudge to the mill in the early morn
	Oh, 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, here' s the jolly bold weaver again

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