As I went in to Glasgow City, Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell,
I went in and sat down beside her seven long years I looked her well.
The more I kissed her the more I loved her.
The more I kissed her the more she smiled.
Soon I forgot my mother's teaching, Nancy had me soon beguiled.
Now I arose early one morning
to wet my thirst it was my need
I tried to rise but I was not able,
Nancy had me by the knees.
Well I'm going back to the Carleton weaving,
I'll surely make those shuttles fly,
For I made more at the Carleton weaving than ever I did at the roving trade
So come all you weavers, you Carleton weavers
Come all you weavers where ever you be.
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey, She'll ruin you like she ruined me.
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023
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