The Bury New Loom
(llewtraH)
As I walked between Bolton and Bury, it was on a moonshiny night.
 I met with a buxom young weaver, whose company gave me delight.
She says young fellow come tell me, if your level and rule are in tune;
Come give me your answer correct; can you get up and square my new loom.
I said, my dear lassie believe me, I am a good joiner by trade;
And many's the good loom and shuttle, before in my time I have laid.
Your short lams & jacks & your long lams, I quickly will have them in tune; 
My rule it is in a good order, to get up and square a new loom.
She took me and showed me her loom, and the down on her warp did appear
The lam-jacks and nails put in motion; I levelled her loom to a hair.
 My shuttle ran well in her lathe sir, my thread it worked well up and down;

 My level stood close to her breastbone; the time I was squaring her loom.
 Well the cord on my lam-jacks and treadles, at length it began to give way;

 The bobbin I had in my shuttle; the weft it no longer would stay.
 Her lathe it went bang to and fro; my main thread it kept her in tune;
My pickers went knickety-knack, all the time I was reiving her loom.
My shuttle it still kept in motion; my lams she worked well up and down.
The weights in her rods did tremble; she said she would weave a new gown.
 My strength now began for to fail me; I said lass it's right to a hair;
She turned up her eyes and said Tommy my loom you have got pretty square.
 But when she let go her four loom poles, it flew out of order again.
She said bring your rule and your level, and help me to square it again.
I said my dear lassie I'm sorry, for I must be in Bolton by noon;
 But when I come back in this way lass, I'll square up your jerry and loom.