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WHISKEY, YOU'RE THE DIVIL (Jerry Barrington) 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. 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 With me tiddery idle loodle lum a da Me tiddery idle loodle lum a da Me right fol torral addee 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 me ghost will haunt you Love fare thee well With me tiddery idle loodle lum a da Me tiddery idle loodle lum a da Me right fol torral addee 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, Love fare thee well With me tiddelly idle loodle lum a da Me tiddery idle loodle lum a da Me right fol torral addee o There's whiskey in the jar. Recorded by the Clancys @Irish @drink @soldier @war filename[ WHISKDEV AD apr97 |
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