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The Handweaver And The Factory Maid - Meridian

I am a hand weaver to my trade

I fell in love with a factory maid

And if I could brought her favour gain

I'd sit beside her and weave by steam

My father to me scornful said

How could you fancy a factory maid

When you could have girls both fine and gay

All dressed like unto the Queen of May

As for your fine girls I don't care

If I could but enjoy my dear

I'd sit in the factory all the day

And she and

I'd be our shuttles in play

I went to my love's bedroom door

Where I had oft times been before

But I could not speak nor yet get in

The pleasant bed where my love lay in

How can you call it a pleasant bed

When naught lies there but a factory maid

A factory maid although she be

Blessed be the man who enjoys she

Pleasant thoughts ran though my mind

When I turned down her sheets so fine

And see her two breasts standing so

Like two white hills all covered in snow

Where are the girls

I'll tell you plain

The girls have all gone to weave by steam

And if you find them

You must rise at dawn

And trudge to the mill in the early morn

I am a hand weaver to my trade

I fell in love with a factory maid

And if I could but her favour gain

I'd sit beside her and weave by steam