TO THE WEAVER"S GIN YE GO
(Robert Burns)
My heart was ance as blythe and free
  As simmer days were lang;
But a bonie, westlin weaver lad
  Has gart me change my sang.
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     To the weaver's gin ye go, fair maids,
        
Thirteen Invitations lyrics

(Music & Lyrics by King Diamond)
The mansion was right on the shore
Down by the lake
Nobody had lived 
To the weaver's gin ye go,
     I rede you right, gang ne'er at night,
        To the weaver's gin ye go.
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.
A bonie, westlin weaver lad
  Sat working at h
Save Me lyrics


You know the summer time is gone now
All the leaves are on the ground
Everything is turning
Stuck in a rut

is loom;
He took my heart, as wi' a net,
  In every knot and thrum.
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.
The moon was sinking in the west,
  Wi' visage pale and wan,
As my bonie, westlin weav
Flesh lyrics

I see a vision
Daydreams of something I need
Before I wake from this daze
My sense of wrong has deplet
er lad
   Convoy'd me thro' the glen.
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!
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