(Traditional) Now brave boys, we're on the march off to Portugal and Spain Drums are beating, banners flying the Devil at home will come tonight so it's go, fare thee well with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da me rikes fall too ra laddie-o there's whisky in the jar
Oh, whisky you're the devil you're leading me astray over hills and mountains and to Amerikay you're sweetness from the Bleachner and spunkier than tea oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober
The French are fighting boldly men are dying hot and coldly give every man his flask of powder his firelock on his shoulder so its go, fare thee well with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da me rikes fall too ra laddie-o there's whisky in the jar
Oh, whisky you're the devil you're leading me astray over hills and mountains and to Amerikay you're sweetness from the Bleachner and spunkier than tea oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober
Says the old wan do not wrong me don't take me daughter from me for if you do I will torment you when I'm dead my ghost will haunt you so its go, fare thee well with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da me rikes fall too ra laddie-o there's whisky in the jar
Oh, whisky you're the devil you're leading me astray over hills and mountains and to Amerikay you're sweetness from the Bleachner and spunkier than tea oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober
Oh, whisky you're the devil you're leading me astray over hills and mountains and to Amerikay you're sweetness from the Bleachner and spunkier than tea oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober