I'm looking for the lyrics to a double-entendre Lancashire song that apparently was in a now long-out-of-print out-of-print Mel Bay book. It's about a loom mechanic who comes to a young woman-weaver's cottage to true up her loom, how the shuttle flies back and forth until he drops of exhuastion with the loom again out of true. The weaver ask him to take another go at it, but the mechanic must beg off, saying he'll be back the next day