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'TIS I CAN WEAVE WOOLLEN AND LINEN.
'Tis I can weave woollen and linen,
The finest folk wear on their backs;
So, girls, come give over your spinnin',
And wind off your wool and your flax!
The finest folk wear on their backs;
So, girls, come give over your spinnin',
And wind off your wool and your flax!
Five year at my woollen and linen
I've woven from mornin' to night,
With a heart that beat heavy beginnin',
But is leapin' for ever more light.
I've woven from mornin' to night,
With a heart that beat heavy beginnin',
But is leapin' for ever more light.
For with guineas full up is the stockin',
Sewed safe in the tick of my bed,
And 'tis soon that I'll rest without rockin',
Since at Shrove with my Willy I'll wed.
Sewed safe in the tick of my bed,
And 'tis soon that I'll rest without rockin',
Since at Shrove with my Willy I'll wed.
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