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Campbelltown Loch, most famously sung by Andy Stewart.
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glass of champagne--sailor 1976
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Tequila Sunrise
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White Lightning -Big Bopper
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Nancy Whisky
I am a weaver, a Calton Weaver, I am a rash and a rovin' blade. I've got siller in my pooches and I'll gang an' follow the roving trade. Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whisky. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o! As I went in by Glasgow City, Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell. I went in, sat doon beside her, seven long years I loo'ed her well. Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whisky. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o! The mair I kissed her the mair I loo'ed her, The mair I kissed her the mair she smiled. Till I forgot my mither's teachin', Nancy soon had me beguiled. Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whisky. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o! When I awoke in the early morning, to quench my thirst it was my need. I tried to rise but I wisna able, Nancy had me by the heid. Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whisky. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o! So come awa' landlady, what's the owin', tell me what there is to pay. Fifteen shillings is the reckoning, pay me quickly and go away. Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whisky. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o! I'll gang back tae the Calton weaving, I'll surely mak the shuttles fly, For I'll mak mair at the Calton weaving than ever I did in the roving way. Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whisky. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o! So come all you weavers, Calton Weavers, Come all you weavers where e'er you be. Beware of Whisky, Nancy Whisky, She'll ruin you as she ruined me. Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whisky. Whisky, Whisky Nancy-o! |
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One For My Baby (and one more for the road), while looking at Hopper's Nighthawks.
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