I am a weaver a Carleton Weaver,
I am a rash and a roving blade
I've got silver in my pouches,
I'm going to follow the roving trade

Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whiskey. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o.

I went in by Glasgow City,
Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell,
I went in sat down beside her,
seven long years I loved her well.

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

I rose early, in the morning,
to quench my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise but I was not able,
Nancy Whiskey had me by the knees.

Come all you weavers;you Carleton weavers,
Come all you weavers where ever you be.
Beware of Whisky Nancy Whisky,
she'll ruin you like she ruined me.