Four Loom Weaver Lyrics

I'm a four loom weaver

As many a one knows

I've naught to eat

And I've worn out me clothes

Me clogs are both broken

And stockings I've none

You'd scarce give me tuppence

For all I've gotten on

Oh Billy O' Bent

He been tellin' me long

We might have better times

If I nobbut held me tongue

I've holden me tongue

Til I near lost my breath

And I feel in me own heart

I'll soon clem to death

We held on for six weeks

Thought each day were the last

We tarried and shifted

Til now we're quite fast

We lived upon nettles

While nettles were good

And Waterloo porridge

Was the best of our food

I'm a four loom weaver

As many a one knows

I've naught to eat

And I've wore out me clothes

Me clogs are both broken

No looms to weave on

And I've woven meself

To far end