There was a weaver o' the north
And oh, but he was cruel;
The very first nicht that he got wed
He sat and grat for gruel
He widna wint his gruel,
He widna wint his gruel
The very first nicht that he got wed
He sat and grat for gruel

There is nae a pot in a' the hoose
That I can mak' your gruel
Oh, the washing pot it'll dae wi' me
For I mun hae ma gruel
For I mun hae ma gruel
I canna wint ma gruel
Oh the washing pot it'll dae wi' me
For I mun hae ma gruel
There is nae a spoon in a' the hoose
That ye can sup your gruel
Oh, the gairden spade it'll dae wi' me
For I mun hae ma gruel
For I mun hae ma gruel
I canna wint ma gruel
The gairden spade it'll dae wi' me
For I mun hae ma gruel

She gaed ben the hoose for cakes and wine,
She brocht them on a towel ;
Oh gae awa, gae awa, with your fol-de-rols
For I mun hae ma gruel
For I mun hae ma gruel
I canna wint ma gruel
Oh gae awa, gae awa, with your fol-de-rols
For I mun hae ma gruel

Come all young lasses take my advice
And never marry a weaver;
The very first nicht that he got wed
He sat and grat for gruel
He widna wint his gruel
He widna wint his gruel
Oh, the very first nicht that he got wed,
He sat and he grat for gruel

tune: Lincolnshire Poacher
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