Basket Landing: Music

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Oh, I am a weaver, a Carlton weaver,
I am a rake and a rambling boy,
I've got silver in me pouches,
Oh, I'll ging and follow the roving way, oh

CHORUS:
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-o.

As I walked into Glasgow city,
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell,
I gaed in sat doon beside her,
Seven long years I loved her well, oh

The more I kissed her, the more I loved her,
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled,
And I forgat me mither's warning,
Nancy Whiskey had me beguiled, oh

Oh, I rose early in the morning,
To take my draught, it was my need,
I tried to rise but I was not able,
Nancy Whiskey had me by the mane, oh

Come on landlady, what's the ‘llowing,
Tell me what there is to pay,
Fifteen shillings is the reckoning,
Pay me quickly and go away, oh

Come all you weavers, you Carlton weavers,
Come all you weavers, where e'er you be,
Beware of whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
She'll ruin you as she ruined me, oh