I-I-I am a-a-a wee weave-e-er con-n-n-fined to-o-o-o my loom,
My-y-y lo-ove she-e-e-e is fair-er-er-er-er than-n-n the red ro-o-o-ose in bloom.
She-e-e is loved by-y-y all yo-0ung me-en and tha-at do-o-o-oes grieve me
My-y-y hea-art’s in-n-n the bo-oso-o-om o-o-of lo-ovely-y-y-y Mary.

A-a-as Henry-y-y and Mary-y-y ro-o-oved by yon-n-n sha-ady bower
Whe-e-ere Henry-y-y and Mary-y-y spen-n-nt many’s a ha-a-appy hour,
Whe-ere the thrush an-n-n-d the bla-ackbi-ird do-0 con-n-so-o-o-0rt ‘n’ chor
Sing-ng the praise-e-es of Mar-y-y-y rou-ou-ound Lo-0-0-0ugh Key shore.

A-a-as Henry-y-y and Mary-y-y ro-o-oved by yon-n-n river si-ide
Sai-ai-aid Henry-y-y to Ma-ary-y-y: “Wi-i-ill you be-e-e-e my bride?”
Thi-i-is coup-il-l-l got ma-arried and-a they’ll roam-m-m no more,
The-ey’ll have plea-eh-su-u-ure and trea-su-u-ure roun-n-nd Lo-0-0-0ugh  Key shore.