The Four Loom Weaver

I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows

I've not to eat and I've worn out my clothes

My clogs are both broken and stockings I've none

You'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on

Old Billy at Bent he kept telling me long

We might have better times if I'd but held my tongue

I holded my tongue till I near lost my breath

And I feel in my heart that I'll soon starve to death

I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows

I've not to eat and I've worn out my clothes

My clogs are both broken and stockings I've none

You'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on

We held out for six weeks thought each day was the last

We tarried and shifted 'til now we're quite fast

We lived upon nettles when nettles were good

And Waterloo Porridge was best of our food

I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows

I've nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes

My clogs are both broken and stockings I've none

You'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on

Our Margaret declares if she'd clothes to put on

She'd go up to London and see the great man

And if things didn't alter when there she had been

She swears she'll fight with blood up to thine

I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows

I've not to eat and I've worn out my clothes

My clogs are both broken and stockings I've none

You'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on

I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows

I've nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes

Stockings I've none and no looms to weave on

I've woven myself to the far end

I've woven myself to the far end