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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) The Irish Songbook The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem ©1979 Tiparm Publishers