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T52302 I Am a weaver by my trade, / And fell in love with a chambermaid: Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 485 The WEAVER and / CHAMBERMAID. The WEAVER and CHAMBERMAID. The WEAVER and CHAMBERMAID. ?-?

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I Am a weaver by my trade, And fell in love with a chambermaid: And if I could but her favour win, Then I would weave and she should spin. My father scornfully to me said, How could I fancy a chambermaid? Where there were ladies both fine and gay, Dressd like some godess or queen of may. What care I for a lady gay, Had I but my chambermaid, A chambermaid altho she be, Happy is the man that enjoyeth she. I slipd up to my loves chamber door, Where oft times I had been before; But I neither durst speak, nor yet go in, To that pleasant bed that my love lies in. How can you call it a pleasant bed? Where no one is but a chambermaid; A chambermaid altho she be, Blessd is the man that enjoyeth she: Shall I go, love, or shall I stay? Shall I tarry till the break of day? With heavy sighs to me she said, Why was I born to die a maid? So I put my shuttle into her hand, And bid her use it at her command, She took it kindly, and used it free, So she learnd to weave along with me. When that she had learned her trade, Smiling unto me she said, My loom is ready you may begin, You shall weave, and I will spin.