Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
G#m
F#
E
G#m
F#
E
G#m
F#
E
G#m
The Weaver
F#
E
G#m
The weaver came on Monday
F#
before the sun was up
E
G#m
Left a bowl of porridge
F#
to tempt me down to sup
E
B
But I wouldn't eat it, I wouldn't eat it,
D#m
G#m
I let it stand all day
D#m
E
When night came,
G#m
F#
swirled the porridge away
E
F#
G#m
F#
E
G#m
F#
E
G#m
A cobbler came on Tuesday,
F#
with hands as rough as toads
E
G#m
Left behind an iron -shot claw,
F#
to help me down the road
E
But I wouldn't done it,
D#m
G#m
my dancing days are through
D#m
E
When night came,
G#m
F#
wrecked the clog in
E
G#m
F#
E
G#m
two
F#
E
G#m
The lark -man came on Wednesday,
F#
he crept from the mist like a thief
E
G#m
Left a lark, shut in a cage,
E
B
But I wouldn't heed it, I didn't need it,
D#m
to ease my day along
E
F#
When night came, the blackness came,
G#m
F#
E
F#
G#m
F#
E
G#m
and put an end to its song
F#
E
G#m
A butcher came on Thursday,
F#
dressed in blue and red and white
E
G#m
Left behind a leg of lamb,
E
But I wouldn't touch it,
D#m
G#m
I let that meat alone
D#m
E
F#
When night fell, the ravens fell,
G#m
F#
E
And picked it clean to the
F#
G#m
F#
E
G#m
bone.
F#
E
G#m
A hiker came on Friday,
F#
E
He rested for a spell,
G#m
Left behind a loaf of bread,
F#
And waved a one farewell.
E
B
But I wouldn't cut it, I wouldn't cut it,
D#m
Food for me is dust.
E
F#
When I came, the worms came up,
G#m
F#
nuzzled it down to the
E
F#
G#m
F#
E
G#m
crust.
F#
E
G#m
On Saturday, a pack -horse man
F#
came up the stony hill,
E
G#m
Left a roll of Worcester
F#
to keep me from the chill.
E
B
But I wouldn't wear it, I wouldn't wear it,
D#m
G#m
the spoils of double theft.
D#m
E
When I came,
G#m
F#
E
F#
G#m
F#
E
G#m
soaked it warm and wet.
F#
E
G#m
A parson came on Sunday,
F#
he squatted down to pray,
G#m
F#
to keep the night at bay.
E
B
But I didn't want it, I didn't want it,
D#m
I do not fear the dark.
E
F#
When I came, the wind came by,
G#m
F#
E
snuffed the pewning spark
B
F#
I am the dam that bursts at midnight,
E
B
flooding the town in the valley
E
D#m
I am the blade that shines out sharp,
G#m
C#m
F#
in the short cut through the alley
E
D#m
G#m
I am the bolt from heaven,
E
B
that strikes when the sky is blue
D#m
E
F#
You seem to have need of me, my friend,
G#m
F#
E
But I have no need of you.
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