Come ladies and gents I've a song ready made
And to hear it I'm sure you will not be afraid
For I'll tell you at once I'm a weaver by trade
So we'll sing success to the weavers
The weavers for ever, huzza.
Here are goods every day we're exporting by bales
And in merchandise ours, as an art, never fails
For each ship leaving port owes the weaver for sails
So we'll sing success to the weavers
The weavers for ever, huzza.
The Queen in her robes may so gracefully stand
And her nobles about her may look great and grand
Still they get all their cloth by the work of our hand
So we'll sing success to the weavers
The weavers for ever, huzza.
But for us how your soldiers would often repent
When houseless to sleep on their knapsacks they're sent
But the weaver, you see, gives each soldier his tent
So we'll sing success to the weavers
The weavers for ever, huzza.
If exhausted you feel and by Morpheus you're beat
In the heat or the cold a small rest will be sweet
Then think of the weaver's fine blanket and sheet
So we'll sing success to the weavers
The weavers for ever, huzza.
The ladies are pretty as all will confess
And he's stupid or blind, I'm sure, who says less
But then to the weavers they're indebted for dress
So we'll sing success to the weavers
The weavers for ever, huzza.
Then since we for mankind are sent here to weave
O'er our looms and our shuttles we'll not idly grieve
But my song is just ended – so I'll take my leave
So we'll sing success to the weavers
The weavers for ever, huzza.