Whiskey whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey whiskey, Nancy-O!
Whiskey whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey whiskey, Nancy-O!
I am a weaver, a Carlton weaver,
I am a brash and a roving blade,
I got silver in my britches,
And I follow the roving trade
I went into Glasgow city,
Nancy Whiskey I did smell,
I walked in, sat down beside her,
Seven long years; I loved her well
The more I kissed her, the more I knew her,
The more I loved her, the more she smiled,
I forgot my mother's teaching,
Nancy soon had me beguiled!
Woke up early in the morning,
Lying halfway off the bed,
Tried to rise, but I was not able,
Nancy damn near knocked me dead!
I'll get back to the Carlton weaving,
Surely make those shuttles fly,
I'll make more at the Carlton weaving,
Than ever I did at the roving way
All you weavers, you Carlton weavers,
All you weavers where e'er you be,
Beware of whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
She'll ruin you as she ruined me!