Book of Song

Nancy Whiskey

by trad

[G] I’m a [Em] weaver, a [C] Calton [D] weaver;
[G] I’m a [Em] rash and a [C] roving [D] blade.
[G] I’ve got [Bm] silver [C] in my [D] pockets,
[G] And I [Em] follow the [C] roving [D7] trade.

( Chorus
[G] Whiskey, [Em] Whiskey, [C] Nancy [D] Whiskey,
[G] Whiskey, [Em] Whiskey, [C] Nancy- [G] 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