Liricí AmhránSong Lyrics

The Four-Loom Weaver

Traditional

Arranged by Karan Casey and Donald Shaw

As recorded by Karan Casey on Distant Shore

English
Chorus:
I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows
Nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes
Clogs are both broken and stockings I've none
Hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on
 
Old Billy at Bent, he kept telling me long
We might have better times if I'd but held my tongue
I holded my tongue 'til I near lost my breath
And I feel in my heart that I'll soon starve to death
 
Chorus
 
We held out for six weeks, thought each day was the last
We tarried and shifted 'til now we're quite fast
We lived upon nettles when nettles were good
Waterloo Porridge was best of our food
 
Chorus
 
Our Margaret declares if she'd clothes to put on
She'd go up to London and see the great man
Things didn't alter when there she had been
She swears she'll fight with blood up to thine
 
Chorus
 
I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows
Nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes
Stockings I've none and no looms to weave on
I've woven myself to the far end
 
Yes, I've woven myself to the far end
I've woven myself to the far end
I've woven myself to the far end