Wait today, love, till tomorrow,
Horo ecican arin huo *
While l weave fine linen for thee, love,
Linen for thee, fine linen for thee, love,
While l weave fine linen for thee, love,
Wait today, love, till tomorrow

Wait today until tomorrow
Horo ecican arin huo
Sown is the lint, but och, will it grow, love?
Linen for thee, fine linen for thee, love,
Sure will it grow fine linen for thee, love?
Wait today, love, till tomorrow

Shuttle I lent to the King of France, love,
Horo ecican arin huo
Loom, it grows in the wood of St Patrick,
Shuttle, nor loom, nor lint, nor loom,
Nor shuttle, nor loom have I to weave,
Nor lint, nor loom, nor shuttle, nor loom,
Yet wait till I weave fine linen for thee, love,
Wait today until tomorrow

* pronounced: ho-ro aitch-e-can a-rin hu-o
Note: Weaving song from the Hebrides Translated from the Gaelic
by Marjorie Kennedy-Fraser and Kenneth Macleod, in 1917 From
Folk Songs of England etc, Cole

@Hebrides @work @weaving
filename[ WEAVLILT
playexe WEAVLILT
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