Nancy Whiskey - Gaelic Storm

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

So I’m going back to the Calton weaving, I’ll surely make them shuttles fly

For I’ll make more at the Calton weaving than ever I did in the roving way

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

So come all 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