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THE
CALTON WEAVERS
(Traditional)
(Ord's Bothy Song)
I’m a weaver, a Calton weaver,
I’m a rash and a roving blade;
I’ve got siller in my pouches,
I’ll gang and follow the roving trade, —
O Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy O.
As I cam in by Glesca city,
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell,
So I gaed in, sat doon beside her,
Seven lang years I lo’ed her well;
O Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
Whiskey. Whiskey, Nancy O.
The mair I kissed her the mair I
lo’ed
her,
The mair I kissed the mair she smiled,
And I forgot ma mither’s teaching,
Nancy
soon had me beguiled.
O Whiskey. etc.
I woke up early in the morning,
To slake my
drouth it was my need;
I tried to rise but I wasna able,
For Nancy
had me by the heid.
O Whiskey, etc.
"C’wa, landlady, whit’s the lawin’ ?
Tell me whit there is to pay ?"
"Fifteen shillings is the reckoning,
Pay me quickly and go away."
O Whiskey,
etc.
As I went oot by Glesca city,
Nancy Whiskey
I chanced to smell
I gaed in, drank four and sixpence,
A’t
was left was a crooked scale.
O WhIskey. etc.
I’ll gang back to the Calton weaving,
I’ll
surely mak the shuttles fly;
For I’ll mak mair at the Calton weaving
Than ever I did in a roving wey.
O WhIskey, etc.
Come all ye weavers, Calton weavers,
A’
ye weavers where e’er ye be;
Beware of whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
She’ll
ruin you as she ruined me.
O Whiskey, etc.
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