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 woke early in the mornin'

Tae slake ma drought it was my need,

I tried to rise but was not able

Nancy had me by the heid.

Come landlady, noo, what's that lawin'?

Tell me what there is tae pay.

"Fifteen shillings is the reck'ning;

Noo pay me quickly and go away!"

I'll gang back to the Calton weaving

I'll surely mak 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