I'l neither spin nor weave on a sunday mornin'
I'l go a walkin in the mornin' dew
When the sun in rising you will find me in the heather, walkin on a hillside like I used to do.
5o'clock the wheels are spinning, flax and cotten weave and linen, all that metal makes a dinnin il be glad to leave it.
Fair the well the girls may weather when theyre keepin time together, and the sing to one another spinnin and a weavin.
I'l neither spin nor weave on a sunday mornin! Il go a walkin in the mornin dew.
When the sun is risin youl find me in the heather, walkin on a hillside like I used to do.
Workin at these new machines, a way to earn a meager means
Helps to put your bread and beans and butter on the table.
Work the week out as you will, spinnin cotton in the mill
Fightin' at the loom until the say the work is over.
I'l neither spin nor weave on a sunday mornin', il go a walkin in the mornin dew
When the sun is risin you will find me in the heather, walkin on a hillside like I used to do.
A weavers wage is it hard won, monday's tuesday's factories run, wednesdays thursday work's not done and friday is no better.
Tredals shift as days pass by bobbins spin shuttels fly, saturdays the end is nigh for Sunday's round the corner.
I'l neither spin nor weave on a sunday mornin, I'l go a walkin in the mornin dew.
When the sun is risin youl find me in the heather, walkin on a hillside like I used to do.
I'l neither spin nor weave on a sunday mornin, i'l go a walkin in the mornin dew.
When the sun is risin youl find me in the heather, walkin on a hillside like I used to do.