Nancy Whiskey - Barleyjuice

I am a weaver, a Carleton Weaver

I am a rash and a roving blade

I have silver in my pouches;

I’m going to follow the roving trade

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Na

Ncy-O

I went in by 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

I forgot my mother’s teaching

Nancy Whiskey 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, wherever you be!

Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

She’ll ruin you like she ruined me