.I'm a weaver, a Carlton Weaver>I'm a a rash and a-roving blade
I've got silver in my pockets
And I follow the roving trade
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
As I went down through Glasgow city
Nancy whiskey I chanced to smell
I went in, sat dow.
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