Nancy Whiskey

(альбом: At It Again - 1968)

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Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o

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

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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

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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

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I woke up early in the morning, tae slake ma drouth it was ma need
I tried to rise, but was nae able, for Nancy had me by the heid

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"Come on, landlady, what's the reck'ning, tell me what I have to pay"
"Fifteen shillin's is the reck'ning, pay me quickly and go away"

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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

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I'll gang back to the Calton weaving, I surely make the shuttles fly
For I'll mak more at the Calton weaving, then ever I did in the roving trade

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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

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