I am a weaver, a Calton weaver, I am a rash and a roving blade
I've got silver in my pouches and I'll gang follow the roving trade
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy, oh...
As I come in by Glasgow city, Nancy Whiskey I chanced tae smell
So I gane in, sat doon beside her, seeven lang years I loved her well
The mair I kissed her, the mair I looed her, the mair I looed her, the mair she smiled
And I forgot my mother's teaching, Nancy soon had me beguiled
I woke up early in the mornin', tae slake ma drouth it was ma need
I tried to rise, but was nae able, for Nancy had me by the heid
"Come on, landlady, what's the reck'nin', tell me what I have to pay"
"Fifteen shillin's is the reck'nin', pay me quickly and go away"
As I went oot by Glasgow city, Nancy Whiskey I chanced tae smell
I git in, drank four and six pence and all was left was a crooked scale
I'll gang back to the Calton weavin', I surely make the shuttles fly
For I'll mak more at the Calton weavin', then ever I did in the rovin' trade
Come all ye weavers, Calton weavers, and all ye weavers, where e'er you be
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey, she'll ruin you as she ruined me