Four Loom Weaver

Am C G Am D C G I'm a Four Loom Weaver, as many a one knows, I’ve nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes Am D Am C G Am Me clogs are both broken, and stockings I've none, thee'd scarce gi' me tuppence for all I've gotten on D Am C Am G Old Billy o’ Bent, he kept telling me long we might have better times if I'd but held my tongue Am D Am C G Am I holded my tongue 'til I near lost my breath and I feel in me own heart that I'll soon clem to death Am C G Am D C G I'm a Four Loom Weaver, as many a one knows, I’ve nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes Am D Am C G Am Old Billy were right, but he ne'er were clemmed, and he ne'er picked o'er in his life D Am C Am G We held out for six weeks, thought each day was the last, we tarried and shifted 'til now we’re quite fast Am D Am C G Am We lived upon nettles while nettles were good, and Waterloo Porridge was best of our food Am C G Am D C G I'm a Four Loom Weaver, as many a one knows, I’ve nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes Am D Am C G Am Me clogs are both broken, and no looms to weave on, and I've woven myself to far end