Nancy Whisky
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Brian Hicks


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Nancy Whiskey (or Whisky) first appears in print in the early 1900s. Nancy Whiskey does not refer to a woman, but to the drink.

There are two other versions of Nancy Whisky at this site:

I got the tune and lyrics from different sources - the Kennedy book does not have a chorus. However, because the music has a chorus I include the chorus from The Carlton Weaver. To make the music fit the lyrics sing it after each verse.

O, seven long years have I have been weaving
A weaving me a new suit of clothes
And so when I saved me a little money
I took a ramble as you may suppose.
O whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o.

As I was going up fair London city
Young Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell
So I thought it proper to call and see her
For seven long years I had loved her well
O whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o.

I stepped up boldly, knocked at her window
And asked her pardon for being so free,
She said: Young man, you are kindly welcome
Come in, sit down and keep me company
O whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o.

And when I woke all in the morning
I found myself on some strange bed
I tried to dress but I was not able
For Nancy Whisky had me by the head
O whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o.

I boldly call-ed for the waitress
And what's the reckoning I have to pay?
Thirty shillings and a sixpence
Come pay it down and go your way
O whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o.

I put my hand all in my pocket
And I paid it down in ready coin
And when I'd paid out all her reckoning
It brought my store down to one half-crown
O whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o.

As I went down fair London city
I chanced to meet with a gentlemen
Along with him I spent two and tuppence
Which brought me down to one four-pence
O whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o.

All I've left now is that one four-pence
The very last of my precious store
I'll go back and see my Nancy
Then I'll go home and work for more
O whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o.

Then I'll go back unto my weaving
And there I'll work for seven long years
And if I live for another seven
I'll go back any find my Nancy dear
O whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o.

So come all you weavers now take a warning
When you leave off working at the loom
For of all the girls in London city
Young Nancy Whisky will prove your ruin.
O whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o.

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