Nancy Whiskey
(trad)

I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I've got silver in my britches
And I ply the roving trade

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

As I strode out 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
O the 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 Whiskey had me beguiled

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

Well I rose early in the morning
To slake my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise but was not able
For Nancy had me by the knees

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

So come you weavers, you Calton weavers
Come all you 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
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O