(:redirect quiet=1:) %abc-2.1 X:2 T:The Weaver and the Factory Maid M:5/4 L:1/4 S:Roy Palmer - A Touch On The Times - from AL Lloyd's singing K:DMix D|F A A G (E/C/)|D D D2 w: I am a hand wea-ver_ to my trade D|F A d c e|d B A2 w: I fell in love with a fac-tory maid D|F A d c e|d B A2 w: And if I could but her fa-vour win D|F F G E C|D D D2|| w: I'd stand be-side her and weave by steam W: W:1.I'm a hand weaver to my trade W:I fell in love with a factory maid W:And if I could but her favour win W:I'd stand beside her and weave by steam W:. W:2.My father to me scornful said W:How could you fancy a factory maid W:When you could have girls fine and gay W:Dressed like unto the Queen of May W:. W:3.As for your fine girls I don't care W:If I could but enjoy my dear W:I'd stand in the factory all the day W:And she and I'd keep our shuttles in play W:. W:4.I went to my love's window last night W:Just as the moon was shining bright W:And such a light came from her clothes W:Like the morning star when it first arose W:. W:5.I went to my love's bedroom door W:Where I had been oft times before W:But I could not speak nor yet get in W:To the pleasant bed where my love lay in W:. W:6.How can you say it's a pleasant bed W:Where nought lies there but a factory maid? W:And a factory lass although she be W:Blessed is the man that enjoys she W:. W:7.O pleasant thoughts come to my mind W:As I turn down the sheets so fine W:And I seen her two breasts standing so W:Like two white hills all covered with snow W:. W:8.I turned down her milk-white sheet W:To view her body so fair and neat W:And underneath I did espy W:Two pillars of the finest ivory W:. W:9.Beneath those pillars a fountain lay W:Which my poor wandering eye betrayed W:But of all the fountains e'er to be found W:I could have wished myself there drowned W:. W:10.The loom goes click and the loom goes clack W:The shuttle flies forward and then flies back W:The weaver's so bent that he's like to crack W:Such a wearisome trade is the weaver's. W:. W:11.The yarn is made into cloth at last W:The ends of weft they are made quite fast W:The weaver's labour are now all past W:Such a wearisome trade is the weaver's. W:. W:12.Where are the girls I will tell you plain W:The girls have gone to weave by steam W:And if you'd find them you must rise at dawn W:And trudge to the mill in the early morn W: W:13.How can you say it's a pleasant bed W:Where nought lies there but a factory maid? W:And a factory lass although she be W:Blessed is the man that enjoys she