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.