The Calton Weaver or Nancy Whisky

I’m a weaver
A Calton weaver
I’m a rash and a roving blade
I’ve got silver in my pooches
I’ll gang and follow the roving trade
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky
Whisky, whisky, Nancy -o
As I come in by Glesga city
Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell
I ga’d in and sat doon aside her
Seven lang years I loved her well
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky
Whisky, whisky, Nancy -o
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky
Whisky, whisky, Nancy -o
The mair I kissed her
The mair I loved her
The mair I loved her
The mair she smiled
Till I forgot my mither’s teaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled
So I’ll gang back to the Calton weavin'
Surely I’ll make the shuttles fly
I’ll make mair fae the Calton weavin'
Than ever I did in roavin' way
Nancy whisky, whisky, whisky
Whisky, whisky, Nancy -o
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky
Whisky, whisky, Nancy -o
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky
Whisky, whisky, Nancy -o
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky
Whisky, whisky, Nancy -o
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky
Whisky, whisky, Nancy -o
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky
Whisky, whisky, Nancy -o
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky
Whisky, whisky, Nancy -o
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky
Whisky, whisky, Nancy -o