We're a'met the-gither here to sit and to crack
Wi' oor glasses in oor hands and oor wark upon oor back
And there's no'a trade among them a' can either mend or mak
If it wasna for the wark o' the weavers
If it wasna for the weavers what could we do?
We wouldna ha'e claith made o'oor woo'
We wouldna ha'e a coat, neither black nor blue
Gin it wasna for the wark o' the weavers
The hireman chiels they moch us and crack aye aboot's
They say that we are thin faced, bleached like cloots
But yet for a' their mockery they canna dae withoot's
Na! They canna want the wark o' the weavers
If it wasna for the weavers what could we do?...
There's oor wrichts and oor slaters and glaziers and a'
Oor doctors and oor ministers and them that lives by law
And oor friends in South Americay, though them we never saw
But we ken they wear the wark o' the weavers
If it wasna for the weavers what could we do?...
There's oor sailors and oor sodgers, we ken they're a'bau'd
But if they hadna claithes, faith, they couldna fecht for cauld
The high, the low, the rich and puir, a 'body young and auld
They winna want the wark o' the weavers
If it wasna for the weavers what could we do?...
There's folk that's independent o' other tradesmen's wark
The women need nae barbers and the dyker needs nae clerk
But nane o' them can dae withoot a coat or a sark
Na! They canna want the wark o' the weavers
If it wasna for the weavers what could we do?...
The weaving is a trade that never can fail
As lang's we need ae cloot to keep anither hale
So let us aye be merry ower a bicker o' guid ale
And drink tae the wark o' the weavers
If it wasna for the weavers what could we do?
We wouldna ha'e claith made o'oor woo'
We wouldna ha'e a coat, neither black nor blue
Gin it wasna for the wark o' the weavers
The Work Of The Weavers
We're all met together here to sit and to crack
With our glasses in our hands and our work upon our back
There's nae a trade among them that can mend or can mack
If it was nae for the work o' the weavers.
If it was nae for the weavers what would we do?
We would nae hae clae's made of oor woo'
We would nae hae a coat neither black nor blue
If it was nae for the work of the weavers
There's soldiers, and there's sailors and glaziers and a'
There's doctors and there's meenisters, and them that live by law
And our friends in South America, though them we never saw
But we know they wear the work o' the weavers
If it was nae for the weavers what would we do?
We would nae hae clae's made of oor woo'
We would nae hae a coat neither black nor blue
If it was nae for the work of the weavers
The weaving 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 pitcher of good ale
And we'll drink to the health of the weavers
If it was nae for the weavers what would we do?
We would nae hae clae's made of oor woo'
We would nae hae a coat neither black nor blue
If it was nae for the work of the weavers