I'm a weaver, a Calton weaver, I'm a rash and a roving blade
I've got silver in me britches and I follow the roving trade

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

As I went into Glasgow City, Nancy Whiskey I did smell
I walked in, sat down beside her, seven long years I loved her well

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

The more I kissed her, the more I knew her, the more I loved her, the more she smiled
I forgot my mother's teaching, Nancy soon had me beguiled

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

Woke up early in the morning, Lyin’ half way off the bed
Tried to rise but I was not able, Nancy [bad word] near knocked me dead

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

I'm going back to the Calton weaving, I'll surely make them shuttles fly
I'll make more at the Calton weaving than ever I did in the roving way

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

All you weavers, you Calton weavers, all you weavers, where e'er you be
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey, [bad word] you as [bad word] me

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O