Performed by Marc Gunn
From: Not Every Day Is St. Patrick's Day
words by traditional
I'm a weaver a Calton Weaver,
I'm a rash and a rovin' blade
I've got silver in my pocket
and I'll follow the roving trade.
* Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whisky.
Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o!
As I went in to Glasgow City,
Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell,
I went in, sat doon 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
So I'll go back to the Calton weavin'
I'll surely make the shuttles fly,
I'll make more at the Calton weavin'
Than ever I did with the rovin' trade
So come all you weavers you Calton weavers
All you weaver's where 'ere you be
Beware of whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
She'll ruin you like she ruined me
Chords: KEY D