The Calton Weaver or Nancy Whisky - Eddi Reader

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