CALTON WEAVER
(as heard sung by Bob Coltman in 1961)
I'm a weaver, a Calton weaver, I'm a rake and a ramblin' boy,
I've got sixpence in my pocket, which I got in a rovin' way,
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky, whisky, whisky, Nancy-o!
I walked into Calton city, Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell,
I went in, bought four and sixpence, seven long years I loved her well,
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky, whisky, whisky, Nancy-o!
I woke up, then, early in the mornin', my first sight was of my knee,
I tried to rise, but was unable, Nancy had me by the heel,
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky, whisky, whisky, Nancy-o!
Come, young lady, what's the lawen, tell me what there is to pay.
Fifteen shillings is the reckonin', pay me quickly and go away.
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky, whisky, whisky, Nancy-o!
I walked into Calton city, Nancy Whisky I chanced to spy,
I went in, bought me fourpence, all that was left was a crooked scale,
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky, whisky, whisky, Nancy-o!
Come, all you weavers, you Calton weavers, come all you weavers where'er you be,
Beware of whisky, Nancy whisky, she'll ruin you as she ruined me,
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky, whisky, whisky, Nancy-o!
I'll go back to the Calton weavin', I'll surely make the shuttles fly,
I'll make more at the Calton weavin' than ever I did in a rovin' way,
Whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky, whisky, whisky, Nancy-o!
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)