Weaving Song

Gie ower the moor gie doon the brae

Gie busk my bower tae mak it ready

For I'm gaen doon tae wed the day

The bonny lass that wears the plaidie

Twine weel the bonnie tweed

Twist weel the plaidie

For 0 I lo'ed the lassie weel

That wears the tartan plaidie

Content her lowly court I'll share

I ask nae mair tae mak life cheerie

Wi hearts sae leel and love sae true

The lang dark days will ne'er be dreary

Twine weel..........

Weel sheltered in her highland plaid

Her worldly cares will aye be easy

Her storms I'll bear like loves that blow

Ower heather bells and mountain daisies

Twine weel...