Oh, whisky you're the devil

you're leading me astray

over hills and mountains

and to Amerikay

you're sweeter stronger dacenter

you're spunkier nor tea

oh whisky you're my darling 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 come tonight

Love, fare thee well

With me tiiddery idle loodle lum a da

Me tiiddery idle loodle lum a da

Me right for tooral addee o

there's whisky 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 tiiddery idle loodle lum a da

Me tiiddery idle loodle lum a da

Me right for tooral addee o

there's whisky 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 after death my ghost will haunt you

Love, fare thee well

With me tiiddery idle loodle lum a da

Me tiiddery idle loodle lum a da

Me right for tooral addee o

there's whisky in the jar