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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.

    (chorus) Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
    	   Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O.

    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.
    (chorus)

    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.
    (chorus)

    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.
    (chorus)

    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.
    (chorus)