"The mair I kissed her, the mair I lo'ed her, The mair I kissed her, the mair she smiled. I soon forgot me mither's teachin', Nancy soon had me beguiled. Whiskey, whiskey; Nancy whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O. I once knew a young lady folksinger named Nancy who hated this song. I got unending grief from her whenever I did it (which was seldom, in front of her). Nancy, in the song, IS whiskey - portrayed as a female temptress. This is a standard ploy of male serial inebriates, who love to blame all their accumulated misfortunes on feminine wiles.
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