Nancy Whiskey |
I am a weaver, a Carlton weaver. I am a brash and a roving blade. I will wander where I wish to. I will follow a roving trade. Chorus: Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey. Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O.
2. As I walked out into Glasgow city, | 3. The more I kissed her, the more I loved her. The more I kissed her, the more she smiled. I forgot my mother's teachings. Nancy soon had me beguiled. Chorus:
4. I'm going back to the Carlton weaving.
5. So come all ye weavers, ye Carlton weavers, |