I am a weaver, a Calton weaver,
Also a rash and a roving blade;
And I've got silver in my pocket --
I think I'll follow the roving trade.
Whisky, whisky, Nancy Whisky,
Whisky, whisky, Nancy O.

As I came down into Glasgow city
Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell;
I soon forgot my father's teaching
Seven long years I loved her well
Whisky, whisky, Nancy Whisky,
Whisky, whisky, Nancy O.

'Twas early, early in the morning,
To slake my thirst it was my need;
I tried to rise but was not able,
Nancy had me by the knees.
Whisky, whisky, Nancy Whisky,
Whisky, whisky, Nancy O.