Nancy Whiskey Marc Gunn

I'm a weaver a Calton Weaver
I'm a rash and a rovin' blade
I've got silver in my pocket
And I'll follow the roving trade

* Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whisky
Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o!

As I went in to Glasgow City
Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell
I went in, sat doon 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
Soon I forgot my mother's teaching
Nancy soon had me bеguiled

So I'll go back to the Calton weavin'
I'll surеly make the shuttles fly
I'll make more at the Calton weavin'
Than ever I did with the rovin' trade

So come all you weavers you Calton weavers
All you weaver's where 'ere you be
Beware of whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
She'll ruin you like she ruined me