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THE GALLANT WEAVER (Robert Burns) Whaur Card rins rowin' tae the sea By mony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad for me, He is a gallant weaver. O, I've had wooers eight or nine; They gied me rings and ribbons fine And I was feared my hairt was twine And I gied it tae the weaver. My daddy signed my tocher band Tae gies the lad wha has the land, But tae my hairt I'll add my hand And I'll gie it tae the weaver. While birds rejoice in leafy bowers, While bees rejoice in op'ning flowers, While corn grows green in summer showers, I love my gallant weaver. Note: the lyrics here are probably not exactly as Burns gave them; his spellings of Scots words were unusual. Unfortunately the book in which I found his text is missing, and my only recording of the song (by Carla Sciaky on "Spin the Weaver's Song") has been anglicised. But I memorized the words while I had the book; the text here is phonetically correct or nearly. RW glossary: gie: give gied: gave gies: give [to] hairt: heart mony: many rins: runs tae: to tocher: dowry twine: parTUNE FILE: e broken CLICK TO PLAY whaur: where @Burns @Scottish @weaving filename[ GALLWEAV TUNE FILE: GALLWEAV CLICK TO PLAY RW |
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