I´m a weaver, a Carlton weaver

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