Tannahill Weavers - Tae the Weavers Gin Ye Gang/The Blackberry Bush

Текст с Bandcamp’а: “Tradition has it that, at this time, all young women carried a lemon in case of seduction. In most cases (such as this) it was of little or no value as a deterrent. It did, however, take the smile off their faces before they got home... My heart was ance as blythe and free as summer days were lang But a bonnie, westlin’ weaver lad has gart me change my sang. Chorus - Tae the weavers gin ye gang, my lass Tae the weavers gin ye gang I rede you richt gang ne’er at nicht Tae the wevers gin ye gang. My mither sent me to the town to warp a plaiden wab But the weary, weary warpin’ o’t has gart me sigh and sab. Chorus A bonnie westlin’ weaver lad sat working at his loom He took my heart as wi’ a net in every knot and thrum. Chorus I sat beside my warpin’-wheel, and aye I ca’d it roun’ But every shout and every knock my heart it gae a stoun. Chorus The moon was sinking in the west, wi’ visage pale and wan As my bonnie westlin’ weaver lad convey’d me thro’ the glen. Chorus But what was said, or what was done, shame fa’ me gin I tell But’ oh! I fear the kintra soon will ken as weel’s mysel’. Chorus from The Tannahill Weavers, released January 1, 1979 Tradtional arr. Tannahill Weavers“