WHISKEY, YOU'RE THE DIVIL

 

Whiskey you're the divil, you're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay
You're sweeter, stronger, dacenter
You're spunkier nor tay
Oh whiskey you're me darlin' drunk or sober.

chorus:
With me tiddery idle loodle lum a da
Me tiddery idle loodle lum a da
Me right fol torral addle o
There's whiskey in the jar.

Oh, now brave boys are off for marching
Off to Portugal and Spain
Drums are beating, banners flying
The divil a home we'll come tonight
Oh, love fare thee well.

Said the mother do not wrong me
Don't take me daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you
And after death me ghost will hunt you

Love far thee well.

Now the French are fightin' bouldly
Men are dying hot and couldly
Give every man his flask of powder
His firelock on his shoulder
Love fare thee well.