Unknown Artist — Girl

Gruel There was a weaver o' the north And oh, but he was cruel; The very first nicht that he got wed He sat and grat for gruel He widna wint his gruel He widna wint his gruel The very first nicht that he got wed He sat and grat for gruel There is nae a pot in a' the hoose That I can mak' your gruel Oh, the washing pot it'll dae wi' me For I mun hae ma gruel For I mun hae ma gruel I canna wint ma gruel Oh the washing pot it'll dae wi' me For I mun hae ma gruel There is nae a spoon in a' the hoose That ye can sup your gruel Oh, the gairden spade it'll dae wi' me For I mun hae ma gruel For I mun hae ma gruel I canna wint ma gruel The gairden spade it'll dae wi' me For I mun hae ma gruel She gaed ben the hoose for cakes and wine She brocht them on a towel; Oh gae awa, gae awa, with your fol-de-rols For I mun hae ma gruel For I mun hae ma gruel I canna wint ma gruel Oh gae awa, gae awa, with your fol-de-rols For I mun hae ma gruel Come all young lasses take my advice And never marry a weaver; The very first nicht that he got wed He sat and grat for gruel He widna wint his gruel He widna wint his gruel Oh, the very first nicht that he got wed He sat and he grat for gruel Tune: Lincolnshire Poacher @food @marriage @Scots Filename[ gruell Rg ===Document boundary