Nancy Whiskey


As I walked into Glasgow City
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to spy
I walked in, sat down beside her
Seven long years spent by her side.

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
I've got silver in my pockets
And I'm going to follow wherever you go.

The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled
I forgot my mother's warning
Nancy soon had me beguiled.

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
I've got silver in my pockets
And I'm going to follow wherever you go.

As I walked down through Glasgow City
With a heavy heavy heart and an achin' pain
So many men all courtin' Nancy
I'll not leave that lass again.

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
I've got silver in my pockets
And I'm going to follow wherever you go.
I've got silver in my pockets
And I'm going to follow wherever you go.


















Nancy Whiskey


I'm a weaver, a Calton weaver;
I'm 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.
I've got silver in my pockets
And I'm going to follow wherever you go.

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.

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O.
I've got silver in my pockets
And I'm going to follow wherever you go.

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.

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O.
I've got silver in my pockets
And I'm going to follow wherever you go.

So I'm going back to the Calton weaving;
I'll surely make them shuttles fly.
For I'll make more at Calton weaving
Than ever I did in a roving way.

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O.
I've got silver in my pockets
And I'm going to follow wherever you go.

So come, all you weavers, you Calton weavers;
Come, all you weavers, where e'er you be.
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey;
She'll ruin you like she ruined me.

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O.
I've got silver in my pockets
And I'm going to follow wherever you go.

Midi sequenced by Barry Taylor

TOP OF PAGE

BACK

MAIN PAGE