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Title
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Weaver's daughter
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Singer
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Bartlett, Joseph
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Across the fields, one sweet May morn,
As I walked out quite early,
A lovely lass came tripping by,
As light as any fairy.
Verse 2
'Where are you going, my pretty maid?'
And by the hand I caught her;
I asked her name, she blushed with shame -
'I'm the poor old weaver's daughter'
Verse 3
Her cheeks were fair as any rose,
Her age was almost twenty,
I says - 'My dear, if you'll be mine,
I've gold and riches plenty.'
Verse 4
'My mother she has not long been dead,
And a nice lesson she taught me -
To marry for love, and not for gold,'
Cries the poor old weaver's daughter.
Verse 5
'My father he is nearly blind,
And now gone past his labour,
And he'll break his heart from me to part,'
Cries the poor old weaver's daughter.
