Nancy Whiskey - Ian & Sylvia

I’m a weaver, a Carlton Weaver

I’m a a rash and a-roving blade

I’ve got silver in my pockets

And I follow the roving trade

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

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

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 beguiled

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

Now, I rose early in the morning

To slake my thirst, it was my need

I tried to rise, but I was not able

Nancy had me by the knees

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

So I’m going back to the Carlton weaving

I’ll surely make those shuttles fly

For I made more at the Carlton weaving

Than ever I did at the roving trade

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

So come all you weavers, you Carlton weavers

Come all you weavers where e’er you be

Beware of Whiskey, Nancy whiskey

She’ll ruin you like she ruined me

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O