The Wee Weaver
Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney
Location: New Edition, page 95
I am a wee weaver confined to my loom.
My love she’s as fair as the red rose in June.
She is loved by all others and that does grieve me.
My heart’s in the bosom of lovely Mary.
As Mary and Willie roamed by yonder green bower,
Where Mary and Willie spent many a happy hour.
Where the thrush and the linnet do consort in chore,
To sing the praise of Mary, round Lough Erne shore.
As Mary and Willie roamed by yonder loughside,
Said Willie to Mary “Will you be my bride?”
So, this couple got married and they’ll roam no more.
They’ll have pleasures and treasures round Lough Erne shore.