The Doffer
You might easy know a doffer
When she comes into town
With her long yellow hair
And her pickers hanging down.
With her rubber tied before her
And her scraper in her hand,
You might easy know a doffer
For she’ll always get a man.
The Weaver
You might easy know a weaver
When she comes into town
With her old greasy hair
And her scissors hanging down.
with a shawl around her shoulders
And a shuttle in her hand,
You might easy know a weaver
For she’ll never get a man.
Submitted by Donald
03/06/2011