Traditional & Folk Songs with lyrics, midis & Mp3
Calton Weaver

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