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Tae the Weaver's Gin Ye Go

	作词 : Burns
	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

	zuò cí : Burns
	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 warpinwheel
	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