Mac Millan The gallant weaver The 16

Robert Burns: The Gallant Weaver (1791) Where Cart rins rowin to the sea, By mony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad for me, He is a gallant Weaver. O, I had wooers aught or nine, They gied me rings and ribbons fine; And I was fear d my heart wad tine, And I gied it to the Weaver. My daddie sign d my tocherband, To gie the lad that has the land, But to my heart I ll add my hand, And give it to the Weaver. While birds rejoice in leafy bowers, While bees delight in opening flowers, While corn grows green in summer showers, I love my gallant Weaver.