I am a weaver, a Carlton weaver. I am a brash and a roving blade. I will wander where I wish to. I will follow a roving trade. Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey. Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O. As I walked out into Glasgow city, Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell. I walked in and sat down beside her. Seven long years, O I loved her well. 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. I forgot my mother's teachings. Nancy soon had me beguiled. Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey. Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O. I'm going back to the Carlton weaving. I'll really make those shuttles fly. I'll make more at the Carlton weaving Than ever I did in the roving trade. So come all ye weavers, ye Carlton weavers, Weavers wher'er ye be. Beware of whiskey, Nancy Whiskey. She'll ruin you like she blinded me. Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey. Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O.