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I'm a weaver, a Calton weaver
I'm 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

I'm going back to the Calton weaving
I'll surely make them shuttles fly
For I made more at the Calton weaving
Then ever I did in the roving way

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o

So come all ye weavers, ye Calton weavers, a
Come all ye 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

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