by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

'Tis I can weave woollen and linen
Language: English 
'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!1

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.

[For]2 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]3 I'll wed.

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1 Stanford adds this chorus after each verse:
For hark! As the bee hunts for treasure
That’s hid in the mountainy bloom,
My shuttle goes bursting with pleasure,
To gather me gold from the loom.
2 Stanford: "Now"
3 Stanford: "Shrovetide with Willy"


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Research team for this text: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor] , Mike Pearson

This text was added to the website: 2013-03-11
Line count: 12
Word count: 88