Nancy Whiskey - текст песни
Nancy Whiskey
Iґm a weaver, a Carlton weaver
Iґm a rash and a roving blade
Iґve got silver in my pockets
And I follow the roving trade
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy, Oh
As I went down through Glasgow City
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell
I went in, sat down beside her
Seven long years I loved 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 motherґs teaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled
Now, I rose early in the morning
To slake my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise but I was not able
Nancy had me by the knees
So Iґm going back to the Carlton weaving
Iґll surely make them shuttles fly
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