Nancy Whiskey by Roger McGuinn

Provided by McGuinn's Folk Den (http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden)

Nancy Whiskey (Traditional)

I am a weaver, a Calton weaver I am a brash and roving blade I've got silver in my pouches And I follow a roving trade

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Or you'll have no thing to show

As I walked into Glasgow city Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell I walked in, sat down beside her Seven long years I loved her well

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 soon had me beguiled

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Or you'll have no thing to show

I woke early in the mornin' To take a drink it was my need, I tried to rise but was not able Nancy had me by the heid.

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Or you'll have no thing to show

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