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The Weaver’s Song
(late 1800s-early 1900s)
Weaver's life is like an engine,
Coming around the mountain steep,
Had our ups and downs a-plenty
And at night we cannot sleep.
Very often flag your fixer
When his head is a-bending low,
You may think that he's a-loafing
But he's doing all he knows.
Soon we'll end this life of weaving,
Soon we'll reach a better shore,
Where we'll rest from filling batteries;
We won't have to weave no more.
Very often meet a partner
Who would like to learn to weave.
And we feel it is our duty,
We are bound to believe.
Show him all about those breakouts
For he'll have them by the score;
When the conversation's over
We won't have to weave no more.
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