A Weavers Song

I’m a weaver, I’ve got a loom where the best cloth’s made.

Plain cloth, twill, brocade or satin, I’m the master of my trade.

Shed the warp and swing the shuttle, beat the reed, the weft is laid.

I can wind a flying bobbin, I can warp a theme of thread.

I can weave a sheet of linen, fit to grace a royal bed.

Lift the heel and fly the shuttle, swing the reed, the weft is laid.