Nancy Whisky

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I am a weaver, a Calton weaver, I am a rash and rovin' blade.

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I've got silver in my pockets, and I follow the roving trade

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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 yers, I loved her well.

Whiskey, Whiskey...

The more I kissed her, the more I loved her.

The more I loved her, the more she smiled.

Soon I forgot my mothers teachin.

Nancy soon had me beguiled.

Whiskey, Whiskey...

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...

Come on warding lady, what's the rechning,

tell me what I have to pay.

Fifteen shilling is the rechning,

pay me quick, then go away.

Whiskey, Whiskey...

As I went out by Glasgow city,

Nancy whisky I chanced to smell.

I gaed in, drank for a sixpence,

and all I was left, was a crocked scale.

Whiskey, Whiskey...

So I'm going back to the Calton weaving,

I'll surely make them shuttles fly,

and I'll make more at the Calton weavin',

than ever I did in a roving way.

Whiskey, Whiskey...

Come all you weavers, Calton weavers.

Come all you weavers where e'er you be.

Beware of Whisky, Nancy Whisky,

she'll ruin you as she ruined me.

||: Whiskey, Whiskey... :||

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The Pure Malt Songbook

David Fønsbo

2005-01-23T13:49:01