I am a weaver a Carleton Weaver,
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I am a rash and a roving blade
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I've got silver in my pouches,
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I'm going to follow the roving trade
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Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whiskey. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o.
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I went in by Glasgow City,
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Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell,
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I went in sat down beside her,
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seven long years I loved her well.
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The more I kissed her the more I loved her,
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the more I kissed her the more she smiled.
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I forgot my mother's teaching,
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Nancy had me beguiled.
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I rose early, in the morning,
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to quench my thirst, it was my need
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I tried to rise but I was not able,
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Nancy Whiskey had me by the knees.
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Come all you weavers;you Carleton weavers,
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Come all you weavers where ever you be.
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Beware of Whisky Nancy Whisky,
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she'll ruin you like she ruined me.
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Nancy Whiskey
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| The Town Pants |
