Work of the Weavers

We're all met together here tae sit and tae crack
Wi' our glasses in our hands and our work upon our back
For there's no a trade among them that can mend nor can mak
If it wasna for the work of the weavers

If it wasna for the weavers what would you do
Ya wadna hae a cloth that's made of woo'
Ya wadna hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it wasna for the work of the weavers

There's soldiers and there's sailors there's glaziers and a'
There's doctors and there's ministers and them that live by law
And our friends in Sooth America though them we never saw
But we ken they wear the work of the weavers

If it wasna for the weavers what would you do
Ya wadna hae a cloth that's made of woo'
Ya wadna hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it wasna for the work of the weavers

The ploughman lads they mock us and sling the mud about
They call us mean and thin-faced bleached-like clouts
But yet for all their mockery they canna do without
For they all need the work of the weavers

If it wasna for the weavers what would you do
Ya wadna hae a cloth that's made of woo'
Ya wadna hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it wasna for the work of the weavers

The weaving is a trade that never can fail
As long as we need cloth for to keep anither hale
So let's all be merry o'er a bicker o' good ale
And we'll drink to the health of the weavers

If it wasna for the weavers what would you do
Ya wadna hae a cloth that's made of woo'
Ya wadna hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it wasna for the work of the weavers