I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows   I've not to eat and I've worn out my clothes   My clogs are both broken and stockings I've none   You'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on      Old Billy at Bent he kept telling me long   We might have better times if I'd but held my tongue   I holded my tongue till I near lost my breath   And I feel in my heart that I'll soon starve to death      I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows   I've not to eat and I've worn out my clothes   My clogs are both broken and stockings I've none   You'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on      We held out for six weeks thought each day was the last   We tarried and shifted 'til now we're quite fast   We lived upon nettles when nettles were good   And Waterloo Porridge was best of our food      I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows   I've nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes   My clogs are both broken and stockings I've none   You'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on      Our Margaret declares if she'd clothes to put on   She'd go up to London and see the great man   And if things didn't alter when there she had been   She swears she'll fight with blood up to thine      I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows   I've not to eat and I've worn out my clothes   My clogs are both broken and stockings I've none   You'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on      I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows   I've nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes   Stockings I’ve none and no looms to weave on   I've woven myself to the far end   I've woven myself to the far end