Lyrics

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 So, come all you weavers, you Calton weavers Come all you weavers, where'er you be Beware of whiskey, Nancy Whiskey She'll ruin you like she ruined me