I´m a weaver, a Carlton 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, Oh
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
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
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
So I´m going back to the Carlton weaving,
I´ll surely make them shuttles fly
For I´ll make more at the Carlton weaving
than ever I did in the roving way
So come all you weavers, you Carlton weavers,
come all you weavers, where e´er you be
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
she´ll ruin you like she ruined me
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