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alan bell - the weaver's song كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
there was warp and weft and weavin’, when the looms were on the go
in the cotton towns of lancashire, one hundred years ago
there was work when the mills were busy, but none when they idle all day
so the weavers learned to sing their song, when ever they were at play

[chorus]
when trade is low, the looms moves slow, there is not much cloth to bе made
king cotton is sad for the working lad as he’ll starvе at the weavin’ trade
when the shuttle goes cl!ck, the loom moves quick, there is plenty of cloth to be made
king cotton is glad for the workin’ lad, for thes brass in the weavin’ trade

[verse 2]
with the knocker_up in the in the morning, a_tappin’ on the window pane
and the clatterin’ o’clogs bi six o’clock, in the sunshine or the rain
to earn a rest in wakes week, they work a twelve_hour day
so the weavers ne’er forgot their song, even on holiday

[chorus]
when trade is low, the looms moves slow, there is not much cloth to be made
king cotton is sad for the working lad as he’ll starve at the weavin’ trade
when the shuttle goes cl!ck, the loom moves quick, there is plenty of cloth to be made
king cotton is glad for the workin’ lad, for thes brass in the weavin’ trade

[verse 3]
there was steam and smoke in the valleys, as the chimneys filled the air
and bright gas lamps lit the weavin’ sheds, if fog took days to clear
there was a rattle and a clank of engines, on rails of shining steel
but the weavers ne’er forgot their song of fortunes spinning wheel
[chorus]
when trade is low, the looms moves slow, there is not much cloth to be made
king cotton is sad for the working lad as he’ll starve at the weavin’ trade
when the shuttle goes cl!ck, the loom moves quick, there is plenty of cloth to be made
king cotton is glad for the workin’ lad, for thes brass in the weavin’ trade

[verse 4]
now the looms are smashed and broken, no shuttles can be found
the king is dead but still his ghost, haunts every cotton town
his mills are quiet and empty, gaunt windows face the sky
but the old ones still can sing their song of weaving days gone by

- alan bell

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