Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
I’m a weaver, a Carlton Weaver
I’m a a rash and a-roving blade
I’ve got silver in my pockets
And I follow the roving trade
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
As I went down through Glasgow city
Nancy whiskey I chanced to smell
I went in, sat down beside her
Seven long years I loved her well
Chorus
The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled
Soon I forgot my Mother’s teaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled
Chorus
Now, I rose early in the morning
To slake my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise, but I was not able
Nancy had me by the knees
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So I’m going back to the Carlton weaving
I’ll surely make those shuttles fly
For I made more at the Carlton weaving
Than ever I did at the roving trade
Chorus
So come all you weavers, you Carlton weavers
Come all you weavers where e’er you be
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy whiskey
She’ll ruin you like she ruined me
Chorus