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We're all met together here to sit and to crack
Wi' our glasses in our hands and our work upon our back
There's nae a trade among 'em that can mend or can mak
If it wasn't for the work of the weavers

If it was not for the weavers, what would you do?
You wouldn'a hae the clothes that's made of wool
You wouldn'a hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it was not for the work of the weavers

There's soldiers and there's sailors and glaziers and all
There's doctors and there's ministers and them that live by law
And our friends in Sooth America, though them we never saw
But we can they wear the work of the weavers

If it was not for the weavers, what would you do?
You wouldn'a hae the clothes that's made of wool
You wouldn'a hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it was not for the work of the weavers

Though weavin' is a trade that never can fail
As long as we need clothes for to keep another hale
So let us all be merry o'er a bicker of good ale
And we'll drink to the health of the weavers

If it was not for the weavers, what would you do?
You wouldn'a hae the clothes that's made of wool
You wouldn'a hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it was not for the work of the weavers

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Ray Fisher

We're a' met thegither here tae sit and tae crack,
Wi' oor glasses in oor hands and oor wark upon oor back.
There's no' a trade amang them a' could either mend or mak
If it wisnae for the wark o' the weavers.

Gin it wisnae for the weavers, what would we do?
We wadnae hae clatih made o' oor woo',
We wadnae hae a coat, na, neither black nor blue,
Gin it wisnae for the wark o' the weavers.

Now the hireman chiels they mock us and crack aye aboots,
They say that we are thin-faced, bleached like cloots,
And yet for a' their mockery they canna dae withoots,
Na they winna want the wark o' the weavers.

There's them that's independent o' ither tradesmen's work,
The women need nae barber, the dykers need nae clerk,
But nane o' them can dae wi'oot a coat or a sark,
Aye they a' need the wark o' the weavers.

Now oor joiners and oor slaters, oor glaziers and a',
Oor doctors and oor menisters and them that lead by law,
And oor freends in Sooth Americay, tho' them we never saw,
Yet we ken they wear the wark o' the weavers.

Oor sodgers and oor sailors, we ken they're a' bold,
But, faith, if they had nae claes they couldnae fecht for cold,
The high and low, the rich and poor, a'body young or old,
Aye they a' wear the wark o' the weavers.

Noo weavin' is a trade that never can fail,
As lang as we need aye cloot tae keep a body hale,
Sae let us a' get merry ower a bicker o' gud ale,
And drink tae the health o' the weavers.

North Sea Gas



We’re a’ met thegither here ae sit and tae crack,
Wi’ oor glasses in oor hands and oor wark upon oor back.
There’s no’ a trade amang them a’ could either mend or mak
If it wisnae for the wark o’ the weavers.

Chorus

if it wisnae for the weavers, what would we do?
We wadnae hae clati made o’ oor woo’,
We wadnae hae a coat, na, neither black nor blue,
Gin it wisnae for the wark o’ the weavers.

There’s them that’s independent o’ ither tradesmen’s work,
The women need nae barber, the dykers need nae clerk,
But nane o’ them can dae wi’oot a coat or a sark,
Aye they a’ need the wark o’ the weavers.

Oor sodgers and oor sailors, we ken they’re a’ bold,
But, faith, if they had nae claes they couldnae fecht for cold,
The high and low, the rich and poor, a’body young or old,
Aye they a’ wear the wark o’ the weavers.

Noo weavin’ is a trade that never can fail,
As lang as we need aye cloot tae keep a body hale,
Sae let us a’ get merry ower a bicker o’ gud ale,
And drink tae the health o’ the weavers.