"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.