Nancy Whiskey

I am a weaver, a Carleton Weaver
I am a rash and a roving blade
I have silver in my pouches;
I’m going to follow the roving trade
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Na
Ncy-O
I went in by Glasgow City
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell
I went in sat down beside her
Seven long years I loved her well
The more I kissed her the more I loved her
The more I kissed her the more she smiled
I forgot my mother’s teaching
Nancy Whiskey had me beguiled
I rose early, in the morning
To quench my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise but I was not able
Nancy Whiskey had me by the knees
Come all you weavers, you Carleton weavers
Come all you weavers, wherever you be!
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
She’ll ruin you like she ruined me