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, Oh

 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

 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

 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

 So I?m going back to the Carlton weaving
 I?ll surely make them shuttles fly
 For I?ll make more at the Carlton weaving
 than ever I did in the roving way

 So come all you weavers, you Carlton weavers
 come all you weavers, where e?er you be
 Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
 she?ll ruin you like she ruined me