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Calton Weaver 
Calton Weaver 
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver I am a brash and a roving blade I have silver in my pouches And I follow a roving trade 
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O 
As I walked into Glasgow city Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell I walked in, sat down beside her Seven long years I loved her well 
The more I kissed her, the more I loved her The more I kissed her, the more she smiled I forgot my mother's teaching Nancy soon had me beguiled 
I woke early in the mornin' Tae slake ma drought it was my need, I tried to rise but was not able Nancy had me by the heid. 
Come landlady, noo, what's that lawin'? Tell me what there is tae pay. "Fifteen shillings is the reck'ning; Noo pay me quickly and go away!" 
I'll gang back to the Calton weaving I'll surely mak those shuttles fly I'll make more at the Calton weaving Than ever I did in a roving way 
So come all ye weavers, ye Calton weavers Weavers where e're ye be Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey She'll ruin you like she ruined me 
note: AS sung by different folk, the "braidness" of the dialect waxes or wanes RG Recorded by MacColl-Steam Whisdtle Ballads, Clancys - Isn't It 
 Grand SOF, RW