I 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 Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O As 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 The 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 ... ... I tried to rise but was not able Nancy had me by the knees I'm going back to the guild of weaving I'll really make those shuttles fly I'll make more at the Calton weaving Than ever I did in a roving way So 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
