I'm trying to find the words for Poor Old Weaver's Daughter (could it be a Muckram Wakes song - not sure?)

It goes something like this but wondered if anyone had heard of it:

As I walked out one May Morning
Across the fields so early
I espied a maid, a most beautiful maid
As bright as any fairy
Said I pretty maid where art though going
And by the hand I took her
Well she turned and she said I'm going home
I'm a poor old weaver's daughter

May I go with you my pretty maid
For gold and silver I've plenty
Well she turned her head and she blushed and she said
Oh no kind sir I thank yee
My mother she is dead and in her grave
But the early lesson she taught me
Was to marry for love and not for gold
Cried that poor old weaver's daughter

My father's deaf and almost blind
And he's nearly passed his labours
Twould break his heart for me to part
For he's been such a good kind father
So parted from him I never shall be
For he's been such a good kind father
And until he is laid in his peaceful grave
I'm a poor old weaver's daughter

Fare thee well, fare thee well sweet maid I cried
May prospects ever look brighter
And the lad though love be handsome and true
And happily be united
For friendship's sake this gold ring take
Such a lovely maid I thought her
And as long as I live I never shall forget
That poor old weaver's daughter