The Four Loom Weaver

Chorus (after each verse):
 I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows
 Nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes
 Clogs are both broken and stockings I've none
 Hardly give me tuppence for all I've got on
 Old Billy at Bent, he kept telling me long
 We might have better times if I'd but held my tongue
 I holded my tongue 'til I near lost my breath
 And I feel in my heart that I'll soon starve to death
 We held out for six weeks, thought each day was the last
 We tarried and shifted 'til now we're quite fast
 We lived upon nettles when nettles were good
 Waterloo Porridge was best of our food
 Our Margaret declares if she'd clothes to put on
 She'd go up to London and see the great man
 Things didn't alter when there she had been
 She swears she'll fight with blood up to thine
 I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knows
 Nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothes
 Stockings I've none and no looms to weave on
 I've woven myself to the far end...