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Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray,
Over hills and mountains and to Americae;
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae,
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober.
Oh, now, brave boys, we're on the march and off to Portugal and Spain,
The drums are beating, banners flying, the devil ahome will come tonight;
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da,
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, me rikes fall tour a laddie oh;
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!
Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray,
Over hills and mountains and to Americae;
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae,
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober.
Said the mother: "Do not wrong me, don't take my daughter from me;
For if you do I will torment you, and after death a ghost will haunt you."
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da,
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, me rikes fall tour a laddie oh;
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!
Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray,
Over hills and mountains and to Americae;
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae,
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober.
The French are fighting boldly, men dying hot and coldy;
Gives ev'ry man his flask of powder, his farlock on his shoulder.
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da,
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, me rikes fall tour a laddie oh;
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!
Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray,
Over hills and mountains and to Americae;
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae,
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober.
Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray,
Over hills and mountains and to Americae;
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae,
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober.
