I am a weaver, a Carlton weaver.|
I am a brash and a roving blade.
I will wander where I wish to.
I will follow a roving trade.
2. As I walked out into Glasgow city,
3. The more I kissed her, the more I loved her.|
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled.
I forgot my mother's teachings.
Nancy soon had me beguiled.
4. I'm going back to the Carlton weaving.
5. So come all ye weavers, ye Carlton weavers,
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