[G]We're all met together here to[C] sit and to[G] crack
Wi' our glasses in our hands and our [C]work upon our[G]
back
There's nae a trade among 'em that can[C] mend or can[G] mak
If it wasn't for the work of the[D] wea[G]vers
If it[G] was not for the [D]weavers, [C]what would you[G] do
You [C]wouldn'a hae the[G] clothes that's[C] made of
[D]wool
You [G]wouldn'a hae a coat of the[C] black or the [G]blue
If it was not for the work of the [D]wea[G]vers
There's soldiers and there's sailors and glaziers and all
There's doctors and there's ministers and them that live
by law
And our friends in Sooth America, though them we never saw
But we can they wear the work of the weavers
If it was not for the weavers, what would you do
You wouldn'a hae the clothes that's made of wool
You wouldn'a
hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it was not for the work of the weavers
Though 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 bicker of good ale
And we'll drink to the health of the weavers
If it was not for the weavers, what would you do?
You wouldn'a hae the clothes that's made of wool
You wouldn'a
hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it was not for the work of the weavers
