I'm a weaver, a Calton weaver,
I'm rash and a roving blade,
I've got silver in my pockets,
I'll go and follow the roving trade.
Oh. whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky,
Whisky, whisky, Nancy, oh!
As I cam' in by Glesca city,
Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell,
So I gaed in, sat doon beside her,
Seven lang years since I lo'ed her well.
The mair I kissed her, the mair I lo'ed her,
The mair I kissed her, the mair she smiled,
Soon I forgot my mither's teaching,
Nancy soon had me beguiled.
I woke up early in the morning,
To slake my drouth it was my need;
I tried to rise but I wasna able,
For Nancy had me by the heid.
Tell me landlady, whit's the lawin'?
Tell me whit there is to pay.
Fifteen shillings is the reckoning,
Pay me quickly and go away.
As I went oot by Glesca city
Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell:
I gaed in, drank four and sixpence
A twas left was a crooked scale.
I'll gang back to the Calton weaving
I'll surely mak' the shuttles fly
For I'll mak' mair at the Calton weaving
Than ever I did in a roving way.
Come all ye weavers, Calton weavers,
A' ye weavers, where e'er ye be;
Beware of whisky, Nancy whisky,
She'll ruin you as she ruined me.
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