I am a weaver a Carleton Weaver,

I am a rash and a roving blade 

I've got silver in my pouches, 

I'm going to follow the roving trade 



Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whiskey. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o. 



I went in by Glasgow City, 

Nancy Whisky 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. 

I forgot my mother's teaching, 

Nancy had me beguiled. 



I rose early, in the morning, 

to quench my thirst, it was my need 

I tried to rise but I was not able, 

Nancy Whiskey had me by the knees. 



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.