They'll Never Get Their Man
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Oh it's easy knowing the weavers when they come into town
With their long yellow hair and their stockings hanging down
And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands
It's easy knowing the weavers for they'll never get their man
Oh they'll never get their man, oh they'll never get their man
It's easy knowing the weavers for they'll never get their man

And it's easy knowing the doffers when they come into town
With their long ragged hair and their stockings hanging down
And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands
It's easy knowing the doffers for they'll never get their man
Oh they'll never get their man, oh they'll never get their man
It's easy knowing the doffers for they'll never get their man

Oh it's easy knowing the spinners when they come into town
With their old ragged clothes and their weft all hanging down
And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands
It's easy knowing the spinners for they'll never get their man
Oh they'll never get their man, oh they'll never get their man
It's easy knowing the spinners for they'll never get their man

And it's easy knowing the fleurers when they come into town
With their long muzzled chins and their petticoats hanging down
And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands
It's easy knowing the fleurers for they'll always get their man
Oh they'll always get their man, oh they'll always get their man
It's easy knowing the fleurers for they'll always get their man