From the recording Traffic Window Jigs
Scottish Trad/
A song about the men and women who make cloth.
Sung A cappella in the 'Scots' language
Arranged by DeAnna Rice
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Lyrics
We're all met together here to sit and to craic
Wi' our glasses in our hands and our work upon our back
There's nae a trade among 'em that can mend or can mak
If it wad'na for the work of the weavers
If it wad'na for the weavers, wha' would ye do?
You wouldn'a hae cloth that's made o' wool
Ye wouldn'a hae a coat, nor the black nor the blue
If it wad'na for the work of the weavers
There's soldiers and there's sailors and glaziers and nah
There's doctors and there's ministers and them that live by law
And our friends in South America, though them we never saw
But we ken they wear the work of the weavers
If it wad'na for the weavers, wha' would ye do?
You wouldn'a hae cloth that's made o' wool
Ye wouldn'a hae a coat, nor the black nor the blue
If it wad'na for the work of the weavers
Weavin' is a trade that never can fail
As long as we need clothes for to keep another hale
So let us all be merry o'er a beaker of good ale
And we'll drink to the health of the weavers
If it wad'na for the weavers, wha' would ye do?
You wouldn'a hae cloth that's made o' wool
Ye wouldn'a hae a coat, nor the black nor the blue
If it wad'na for the work of the weavers
If it wad'na for the weavers, wha' would ye do?
You wouldn'a hae cloth that's made o' wool
Ye wouldn'a hae a coat nor the black nor the blue
If it wad'na for the work of the weavers