G CWhiskey, Whiskey, Nancy WhiskeyG DWhiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-OG CI've got silver in me pocketG DAnd I'll follow where e'er you goI'm a weaver, a Calton weaver, I'm a rash and a roving bladeI've got silver in my pockets and I follow the roving tradeAs I went down through Glasgow City, Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smellI went in, sat down beside her, seven long years I loved her wellThe more I kissed her, the more I loved her, the more I kissed her, the more she smiledSoon I forgot my mother's teaching, Nancy soon had me beguiledNow, I rose early in the morning, to slake my thirst, it was my needI tried to rise but I was not able, Nancy had me by the kneesSo I'm going back to the Calton weaving, I'll surely make them shuttles flyFor I'll make more at the Calton weaving than ever I did in the roving waySo come all you weavers, you Calton weavers, come all you weavers, where e'er you beBeware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey, she'll ruin you like she ruined me