I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I have silver in my britches
And I follow a roving trade
As I walked into Glasgow City
Nancy Whiskey I did smell
I walked in, sat down beside her
Seven long years I loved her well
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I have silver in my britches
And I follow a roving trade
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
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I have silver in my britches
And I follow a roving trade
Woke up early in the mornin'
Lying half way off the bed
I tried to rise but was not able
Nancy damb near knocked me dead.
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I have silver in my britches
And I follow a roving trade
I'll gang back to the Calton weaving
Surely make those shuttles fly
I'll make more at the Calton weaving
Than ever I did in a roving way.
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I have silver in my britches
And I follow a roving trade
So come all ye weavers, ye Calton weavers
All ye weavers where e're ye be
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiske
She'll ruin you like she ruined me
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I am a brash and a roving blade
I have silver in my britches
And I follow a roving trade
As I walked into Glasgow City
Nancy Whiskey I did smell
I walked in, sat down beside her
Seven long years I loved her well
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I have silver in my britches
And I follow a roving trade
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
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I have silver in my britches
And I follow a roving trade
Woke up early in the mornin'
Lying half way off the bed
I tried to rise but was not able
Nancy damb near knocked me dead.
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I have silver in my britches
And I follow a roving trade
I'll gang back to the Calton weaving
Surely make those shuttles fly
I'll make more at the Calton weaving
Than ever I did in a roving way.
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I have silver in my britches
And I follow a roving trade
So come all ye weavers, ye Calton weavers
All ye weavers where e're ye be
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiske
She'll ruin you like she ruined me
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