Nancy Whiskey I am a weaver, a Calton weaver I am a rash and a roving blade I have silver in my pockets And I follow the roving trade Chorus: Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy O As I went down through Glasgow city Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell I went in, sat down beside her Seven long years, I loved her well Chorus The more I kissed her, the more I loved her The more I loved her, the more she smiled Soon, I forgot my mother's teaching Nancy soon had me beguiled Chorus Now, I rose early in the morning To slack my thirst was my need I tried to ride but was no able Nancy had me by the knees Chorus So, I'm going back to the Calton weaving I'd surely make them chattles fly For I'll more at the Calton weaving Than ever I did in the roving way Chorus Come all you weavers, you Calton weavers Come all you weavers, where'er you be Beware o whiskey, Nancy Whiskey She'll ruin you like she ruined me Chorus

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