One of the songs I grew up with was Nancy Whiskey, a song about a weaver getting addicted to booze, which included

As I came down to Glasgow city
Nancy whiskey I chanced to smell
I walked 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 loved her, the more she smiled
I forgot my mother's teaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled

[...]

So come all you weavers, you Caltan weavers
Weavers where e'er you be
Beware of whiskey, Nancy whiskey
She'll ruin you like she blinded me

Only I was too young to know about alcoholism and possibly too young to grok metaphors, so I thought it was about a woman (for some reason I assumed blonde hair and long red nails) who seduced a guy and then literally poked his eye out, so he went back to weaving but had to do it by feel.

Learning it was about booze made it way more boring...