A great Robert Burns poem this and one that seldom seems to be recited on Burns night. You can listen below to an excellent recording of it by Dunfermline actress Shirley Henderson – she really brings out the emotion of the bored weaving girl whose heart has been taken ‘as wi’ a net.’

My heart was ance as blythe and free
As simmer days were lang;
But a bonie, westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.

My mither sent me to the town,
To warp a plaiden wab;
But the weary, weary warpin o’t
Has gart me sigh and sab.

A bonie, westlin weaver lad
Sat working at his loom;
He took my heart, as wi’ a net,
In every knot and thrum.

I sat beside my warpin-wheel,
And ay I ca’d it roun’;
And every shot and every knock,
My heart it gae a stoun.

The moon was sinking in the west
Wi’ visage pale and wan,
As my bonie, westlin weaver lad
Convoy’d me thro’ the glen.

But what was said, or what was done,
Shame fa’ me gin I tell;
But O! I fear the kintra soon

Will ken as weel’s myself!