II am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I have silver in my pouches
And I follow a roving trade
IIWhiskey, whiskey, Nancy whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O
IIIAs I walked into Glasgow city
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell
I walked in, sat down beside her
Seven long years I loved her well
IVThe more I kissed her, the more I loved her
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled
I forgot my mother's teaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled
VI 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.
VICome 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!"
VIII'll gang back to the Calton weaving
I'll surely mak those shuttles fly
I'll make more at the Calton weaving
Than ever I did in a roving way
VIIISo come all ye weavers, ye Calton weavers
Weavers where e're ye be
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
She'll ruin you like she ruined me