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almeda riddle - will the weaver lyrics

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neighbor, neighbor it’s well i met you
i’m gonna tell this for to fret you
will the weaver’s at your door
he went in, was seen no more

he ran home all in a wonder
he kicked the door, it roared like thunder
who’s that, the weaver cried
that’s my husband, you’d better hide

up the chimney he did venture
in at the door her husband entered
searched the house, the room all around
not a sign of a man he found

while up the chimney he was gazing
there he saw in all amazing
poor little willie, wretched soul
settin’ up a-straddle of the pot-rack pole

oh my lad i’m glad i found you
i’ll either k!ll, hang, or drown you
thus he thought but nothing spoke
i’m gonna stuff you well with smoke

just to please his own desire
built himself a rousing fire
poor little willie wretched soul
still set a-straddle of the pot rack pole

he kindled on some more fuel
his wife cried, precious jewel
i’ll forever be your wife
if you’ll spare my willie’s life

catched him by the heels and jerked him
with his fists so well he worked him
every l1ck, thus he spoke
come no more and stock my smoke

who’s as black as will the weaver
he’s as black as a chimney sweeper
all his face, hands, and clothes
two black eyes and a bl–dy nose

he ran home his wife she met him
up with the broom and down she fetched him
turned his black all into red
hush, will the weaver’s dead

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