Nancy's Whisky A'm a weaver and follow weaving A'm a young and rovin' blade To buy myself a suit of clothes To Stewarton my way I made As A cam' roon the Stewarton corner Nancy Whisky I did spy Says I tae mysel', I'll gang in and taste her For seven lang years now A hae been dry. Well the more A tasted, the more A liked it, The more A tasted, A liked it more; And the more A tasted, the more A liked it, Til all my senses had gone ashore. 'Twas early, early, the next morning, A wakened in a stranger's bed, A tried to rise but A was not able, For Nancy's whisky held doon my head. I called up to the landlady And asked her what my reckoning was, "Your reckoning is full thirty shillings Come pay me quickly and go your way." A put my hand intae my pocket And all A had A laid it doon; And efter I had paid my reckoning All A'd left was a poor half-croon. As A came out and A turned the corner A charming damsel A did spy, On her A spent my two white shillings And all A'd left was a crooked boy. Noo A'll gang hame and A'll start the weaving, And my wee shuttles A'll mak' them fly; And curses be on Nancy's whisky For Nancy's whisky hae ruined I. From Willie Scott's book, Herd Laddie o The Glen SOF oct00
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