The Calton weaver, or, Nancy whisky

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The Calton weaver, or, Nancy whisky

I’m a weaver, a Calton weaver
I’m a rash and a roving blade
I’ve got silver in my pooches and
I’ll gang and follow the roving trade

whisky, whisky, nancy whisky
whisky, whisky, nancy-o

as I come in by Glasgow city
nancy whisky I chanced to smell
I ga’d in and sat doon aside her
seven lang years I loved her well

whisky, whisky, nancy whisky
whisky, whisky, nancy-o
whisky, whisky, nancy whisky
whisky, whisky, nancy-o

– accordion has tune
oh

the mair I kissed her, the mair I loved her
the mair I loved her, the mair she smiled
till I forgot my mother’s teaching
nancy soon had me beguiled

so I’ll gang back to the Calton weaving
surely I’ll make them shuttles fly
I’ll make mair fae the Calton weaving
th’ ever I did in roving way

whisky, whisky, nancy whisky
whisky, whisky, nancy-o
whisky, whisky, nancy whisky
whisky, whisky, nancy-o

– accordion and flute have tune
oh

hmm, whisky, whisky, nancy whisky
whisky, whisky, nancy-o no, no
whisky, whisky, nancy whisky
whisky, whisky, nancy-o

{whisky, whisky, nancy whisky
whisky, whisky, nancy-o
whisky, whisky, nancy whisky
whisky, whisky, nancy-o}

{whisky, whisky, nancy whisky
whisky, whisky, nancy-o
whisky, whisky, nancy whisky
whisky, whisky, nancy-o}