Celtic Folk Nancy Whiskey
Nancy Whisky I am a weaver a Carleton Weaver,I am a rash and a roving blade I've got money in my pocket and I'm going to follow the roving trade Chorus: Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whiskey. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o. As I went in to Glasgow City, Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell, I went in and sat down beside her seven long years I looked her well. cho. 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 had me soon beguiled. cho. Now I arose early in the morning to wet my thirst it was my need I tried to rise but I was not able, Nancy had me by the knees. cho. Well I'm going back to the Carleton weaving, I'll surely make those shuttles fly, For I made more at the Carleton weaving than ever I did at the roving trade cho. So come all you weavers;you Carleton weavers Come all you weavers where ever you be. Beware of Whisky Nancy Whisky, She'll ruin you like she ruined me. cho.
