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I'm a four loom weaver as many a man knowsI've not to eat and I've worn out my clothesMy clogs are both broken and stockings I've noneYou'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got onOld Billy at Bent he kept telling me longWe might have better times if I'd but held my tongueI holded my tongue till I near lost my breathAnd I feel in my heart that I'll soon starve to deathI'm a four loom weaver as many a man knowsI've not to eat and I've worn out my clothesMy clogs are both broken and stockings I've noneYou'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got onWe held out for six weeks thought each day was the lastWe tarried and shifted 'til now we're quite fastWe lived upon nettles when nettles were goodAnd Waterloo Porridge was best of our foodI'm a four loom weaver as many a man knowsI've nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothesMy clogs are both broken and stockings I've noneYou'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got onOur Margaret declares if she'd clothes to put onSongtexteShe'd go up to London and see the great manAnd if things didn't alter when there she had beenShe swears she'll fight with blood up to thineI'm a four loom weaver as many a man knowsI've not to eat and I've worn out my clothesMy clogs are both broken and stockings I've noneYou'd hardly give me tuppence for all I've got onI'm a four loom weaver as many a man knowsI've nowt to eat and I've worn out my clothesStockings I've none and no looms to weave onI've woven myself to the far endI've woven myself to the far end Aus Songtexte Mania