Calton Weaver

I am a weaver, a Calton weaver

I am a brash and a roving blade

I have silver in my pouches

And I follow a roving trade

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy whiskey

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O

As I walked into Glasgow city

Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell

I walked 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 soon had me beguiled

I tried to rise but was not able

Nancy had me by the knees

I'm going back to the guild of weaving

I'll really make those shuttles fly

I'll make more at the Calton weaving

Than ever I did in a roving way

So come all ye weavers, ye Calton weavers

Weavers where e're ye be

Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

She'll ruin you like she ruined me

Recorded by MacColl-Steam Whisdtle Ballads, Clancys - Isn't It