The Dubliners - Nancy Whiskey lyrics
[The Dubliners - Nancy Whiskey lyrics]
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
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
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 teachin'
Nancy soon had me beguiled
I woke up early in the
Mornin', to slake ma drouth, it was ma need
I tried to rise but I was nae able
For Nancy had me by the heid
"Come awa, landlady, and
What's the reck'nin'
Tell me what I have to pay"
"Fifteen shillin's is the reck'nin'
Pay me quickly and go away"
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
I'll gang back to the Calton weavin'
I surely make the shuttles fly
For I'll mak more at the Calton weavin'
Then ever I did in the rovin' trade
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
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
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
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 teachin'
Nancy soon had me beguiled
I woke up early in the
Mornin', to slake ma drouth, it was ma need
I tried to rise but I was nae able
For Nancy had me by the heid
"Come awa, landlady, and
What's the reck'nin'
Tell me what I have to pay"
"Fifteen shillin's is the reck'nin'
Pay me quickly and go away"
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
I'll gang back to the Calton weavin'
I surely make the shuttles fly
For I'll mak more at the Calton weavin'
Then ever I did in the rovin' trade
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