Karan Casey - The Four Loom Weaver

      [Intro]
Am   Em  Am  F   G  Am  Dm7   G  Am  F  Am  G  D

[Chorus]
      Am                   G/A        Am
I'm a four loom weaver, as many a man knows
        D                        Am
Nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes
G              Am         D              Am
Clogs are both broken and stockings I've none
C              G            D            Am
Hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on

[Verse]
             D             Am
Old Billy at Bent, he kept telling me long
                                  D           Am
We might have better times if I'd but held my tongue
G         Am            D            Am
Holded my tongue 'til I near lost my breath
      F          G               D
And I feel in my heart that I'll soon starve to death

[Chorus]
      Am                   G/A        Am
I'm a four loom weaver, as many a man knows
        D                        Am
Nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes
G              Am         D              Am
Clogs are both broken and stockings I've none
C              G            D            Am
Hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on

[Verse]
                    D                   Am
We held out for six weeks, thought each day was the last
                            D               Am
We tarried and shifted 'til now we're quite fast
   G          Am           D            Am
We lived upon nettles when nettles were good
F        G            D
Waterloo Porridge was best of our food

[Chorus]
      Am                   G/A        Am
I'm a four loom weaver, as many a man knows
        D                        Am
Nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes
G              Am         D              Am
Clogs are both broken and stockings I've none
C              G            D            Am
Hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
    Am         D               Am
Our Margaret declares if she'd clothes to put on
                          D             Am
She'd go up to London and see the great man
G             Am         D             Am
Things didn't alter when there she had been
    F             G          D                  F  G
She swears she'll fight with blood up to thine

[Chorus]
      Am                   G/A        Am
I'm a four loom weaver, as many a man knows
        D                        Am
Nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes
G              Am         D              Am
Clogs are both broken and stockings I've none
C              G            D            Am
Hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on

[Verse]
                          D          Am
I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows
        D                        Am
Nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes
G              Am          D              Am
Stockings I've none and no looms to weave on
     F       G           D
I've woven myself to the far end
          F       G           D
Yes, I've woven myself to the far end
     F       G           D
I've woven myself to the far end
F       G           D
Woven myself to the far end

[Outro]
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