My heart was ance as blythe and free   As simmer days were lang,   But a bonnie westlin weaver lad   Has gart me change my sang.      Chorus:   Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maid,   Tae the weaver's gin ye go,   I rede ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht,   Tae the weaver's gin ye go.      My mither sent me tae the toon   Tae warp a plaiden wab;   But the weary weary warpin o't   Has gart me sigh and sab.      Chorus      A bonnie westlin weaver lad   Sat workin at his loom   He took my heart as wi a net   In every knot and thrum.      Chorus      I sat beside my warpin-wheel   And ay I ca'd it roun'   But every shot and every knock   my heart it gae a stoun.      Chorus      The moon was sinkin in the west   Wi' visage pale and wan,   As my bonnie westlin weaver lad   Convoy'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