Celtic Folk Nancy Whiskey Letras:
Nancy Whisky
I am a weaver a Cotton Weaver,I am
a rash and a roving blade
I've got silver in my pockets and I'm
going to follow the roving trade
Chorus:
Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whiskey. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o.
As I went in to Glasgow City, Nancy
Whisky I chanced to smell,
I went in and sat down beside her,
seven long years I looked her well.
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The more I kissed her the more I loved her.
The more I loved her the more she smiled.
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Soon I forgot my mother's teaching,
Nancy soon had me beguiled.
cho.
I woke up early in the morning to
wet my drought it was my need
I tried to rise but I was not able,
Nancy had me by the knees.
cho.
Well I'm going back to the Cotton weaving,
I'll surely make those shuttles fly,
For I made more at the Cotton weaving than
ever I did at the roving trade
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Come all you weavers, Cotton weavers
Come all you weavers where ever you be.
Beware of Whisky,Nancy Whisky, She'll
ruin you like she ruined me.
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