(Danny Kyle)
Pee nickle, po nickle, a' roon the toon it's heard
Pee nickle, po nickle, music o' the loom
Pee nickle, po nickle, a' roon the toon it's heard
Pee nickle, po nickle, music o' the loom
The weaver's mind is on his work, his hands they deftly fly
Peace and rest his body shirks until his task is by
And he hums tae the music of the loom
As the cloth takes shape it brightens up the room
A weaver ne'er will mak a king, he'll never be a laird
But the art that's in the Paisley shawl will live forever mair
Aye the weaver's workmanship is clear
And it's time for rest as daylight disappears
The Queen she sits in London toon, she's ordered up a shawl
But Sadie Fogg the weaver's lass is queen above them all
And he weaves in the colour o' her hair
Then he blows the candle oot, comes weary up the stair
The clickin' clackin' noises stoppin', wheels grind tae a halt
An honest weaver tae the toon was worth his weight in salt
Oh the days of weaving are now past
But the memory lingers on in colours made tae last
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