The Makem & Spain Brothers: The Tradition Continues
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I'm a weaver, a Calton weaver
I'm a rash and a roving blade
I've got silver in my pocket
And I follow the roving trade

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o

As I rode in through Glasgow city
Nancy Whiskey, I chanced to smell
I went 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
Soon I forgot my mother's teaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled

So I rose early in the morning
To slack my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise, but I was not able
Nancy had me by the knees

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

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