Nancy Whiskey The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem

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

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o
As I rode in through 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 morе she smiled
Soon I forgot my mother's tеaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled
So I rose early in the morning

To slack my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise, but I was not able
Nancy had me by the knees
So, I'm going back to the Calton weaving

I'll surely make them shuttles fly
For I made more at the Calton weaving
Than ever I did in a roving way