Whiskey You’re The Devil
 
Traditional 
 
Hey, whiskey you’re the devil,
you’re leading me astray.
Over hills and mountains and to Americay.
You’re sweeter, stronger, decenter,
you’re spunkier than tae. 
O whiskey, you’re my darlin’ drunk or sober.
 
Now brave boys, we’re off for marching,
off to Portugal and Spain
Drums are beating, banners flying,
the Devil a home will have tonight. 
Love, fare thee well,
with me tithery eye the doodelum the da.
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da.
Me rikes fol tour a laddie,
Oh! There’s whiskey in the jar!
 
Says the mother “do not wrong me,
don’t take me daughter from me. 
For if you do I will torment you
and when I’m dead my 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 fol tour a laddie,
Oh! There’s whiskey in the jar!
 
The French are fighting boldly,
men are dying hot and coldly. 
Give every man his flask of powder,
his firelock 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!