You Might Easy Know a 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 will easy know a doffer
For she'll always get a man
Oh, she'll always get a man
Oh, she'll always get a man
You will easy know a doffer
For she'll always get a man

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 will easy know a weaver
For she'll never get a man
No, she'll never get a man
No, she'll never get a man
You will easy know a weaver
For she'll never get a man.

Note: There was a distinct class rivalry between verious elements
of the weaving trade.
From Songs of Belfast, Hammond
RG