“Weaver, weaver, speak me, sooth,

Where got you the threads so soft and smooth?”

“From wool they’re spun, little Master mine.

The spinner carded the wool so fine.

She spun it in threads, and brought it to me,

Where my sounding loom whirrs cheerily.”

“Spinner, spinner, tell me true,

Where got you the wool such things to do?”

“From the old sheep’s back, little Master dear!

The farmer he cut it and washed it clear;