Weaver's life is like an engine,

Coming around the mountain steep,

Had our ups and downs a-plenty

And at night we cannot sleep.

Very often flag your fixer

When his head is a-bending low,

You may think that he's a-loafing

But he's doing all he knows.



Soon we'll end this life of weaving,

Soon we'll reach a better shore,

Where we'll rest from filling batteries;

We won't have to weave no more.




Very often meet a partner

Who would like to learn to weave.

And we feel it is our duty,

We are bound to believe.

Show him all about those breakouts

For he'll have them by the score;

When the conversation's over

We won't want to weave no more.



Soon we'll end this life of weaving,

Soon we'll reach a better shore,

Where we'll rest from filling batteries;

We won't want to weave no more.