| Version 1 Music File 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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Lyrics from Folksongs of Britain and Ireland See Bibliography for full information. |
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