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I I am a weaver, a Calton weaverI am a brash and a roving blade I have silver in my pouches And I follow a roving trade
II Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy whiskeyWhiskey, whiskey, Nancy O
III As I walked into Glasgow cityNancy Whiskey I chanced to smell I walked in, sat down beside her Seven long years I loved her well
IV The more I kissed her, the more I loved herThe more I kissed her, the more she smiled I forgot my mother's teaching Nancy soon had me beguiled
V I woke early in the mornin'Tae slake ma drought it was my need, I tried to rise but was not able Nancy had me by the heid.
VI Come landlady, noo, what's that lawin'?Tell me what there is tae pay. "Fifteen shillings is the reck'ning; Noo pay me quickly and go away!"
VII I'll gang back to the Calton weavingI'll surely mak those shuttles fly I'll make more at the Calton weaving Than ever I did in a roving way
VIII So come all ye weavers, ye Calton weaversWeavers where e're ye be Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey She'll ruin you like she ruined me (traditional) |
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