Woorden: Town Pants. Nancy Whiskey.

I am a weaver, a Carleton Weaver,
I am a rash and a roving blade.
I have silver in my pouches;
I'm going to follow the roving trade.
Chorus:
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Na
ncy-O
I went in by Glasgow City,
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell.
I went in sat down beside her,
seven long years I loved her well.
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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 Whiskey had me beguiled.
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I rose early, in the morning,
to quench my thirst, it was my need.
I tried to rise but I was not able,
Nancy Whiskey had me by the knees.
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Come all you weavers, you Carleton weavers,
Come all you weavers, wherever you be!
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
She'll ruin you like she ruined me.
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