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