| Lyrics: | Weaving Lilt
Wait today, love, till tomorrow,
Horo ecican arin huo. *
While l
weave fine linen for thee, love,
Linen for thee, fine linen for thee, love,
While l weave
fine linen for thee, love,
Wait today, love, till tomorrow.
Wait today until
tomorrow.
Horo ecican arin huo.
Sown is the lint, but och, will it grow, love?
Linen
for thee, fine linen for thee, love,
Sure will it grow fine linen for thee, love?
Wait
today, love, till tomorrow.
Shuttle I lent to the King of France, love,
Horo ecican
arin huo.
Loom, it grows in the wood of St. Patrick,
Shuttle, nor loom, nor lint, nor
loom,
Nor shuttle, nor loom have I to weave,
Nor lint, nor loom, nor shuttle, nor
loom,
Yet wait till I weave fine linen for thee, love,
Wait today until
tomorrow.
* pronounced: ho-ro aitch-e-can a-rin hu-o
Note: Weaving song from the
Hebrides. Translated from the Gaelic
by Marjorie Kennedy-Fraser and Kenneth Macleod, in 1917.
From
Folk Songs of England etc., Cole
@Hebrides @work @weaving
filename[
WEAVLILT
play.exe WEAVLILT
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