CELTIC FOLKNancy Whiskey Lyrics
I am a weaver a Carleton Weaver,I am a rash and a roving blade
I've got money in my pocket and I'm going to follow the roving trade
Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whiskey. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o.
As I went in to Glasgow City, Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell,
I went in and sat down beside her seven long years I looked 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 had me soon beguiled.
Now I arose early in the morning to wet my thirst it was my need
I tried to rise but I was not able, Nancy had me by the knees.
Well I'm going back to the Carleton weaving,
I'll surely make those shuttles fly,
For I made more at the Carleton weaving than ever I did at the roving trade
So come all you weavers;you Carleton weavers
Come all you weavers where ever you be.
Beware of Whisky Nancy Whisky, She'll ruin you like she ruined me.