CHORUS Whiskey you're the Devil, you're leading me astray Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay You're sweeter, stronger, decenter You're spunkier nor tay Oh whiskey you're me darlin' drunk or sober.
Oh, now brave boys are on the march off for Portugal and Spain Drums are beating, banners flying The Devil at home we'll come tonight Oh, love fare thee well With me tiddery idle loodle la dem da Me tiddery idle loodle la dem da Me right fol tor ra laddy o There's whiskey in the jar.
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 my ghost will haunt you Oh, love fare thee well With me tiddery idle loodle la dem da Me tiddery idle loodle la dem da Me right fol tor ra laddy o There's whiskey in the jar.
Now the French are fightin' bouldly Men are dying hot and couldly Give every man his flask of powder His firelock on his shoulder, Oh, love fare thee well With me tiddery idle loodle la dem da Me tiddery idle loodle la dem da Me right fol tor ra laddy o There's whiskey in the jar.