Testo Nancy Whiskey

Nancy WhiskeyI´m a weaver, a Carlton weaverI´m a rash and a roving bladeI´ve got silver in my pocketsand I follow the roving tradeWhiskey, Whiskey, Nancy WhiskeyWhiskey, Whiskey, Nancy, OhAs I went down through Glasgow CiytNancy Whiskey I chanced to smellI went in, sat down beside herseven long years I loved her wellThe more I kissed her, the more I loved herthe more I kissed her, the more she smiledSoon I forgot my mother´s teachingNancy soon had me beguiledNow, I rose early in the morningto slake my thirst, it was my needI tried to rise but I was not ableNancy had me by the kneesSo I´m going back to the Carlton weavingI´ll surely make them shuttles flyFor I´ll make more at the Carlton weavingthan ever I did in the roving waySo come all you weavers, you Carlton weaverscome all you weavers, where e´er you beBeware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskeyshe´ll ruin you like she ruined me