Here they are

WHISKEY, YOU'RE THE DIVIL

Whiskey you're the divil, you're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains unto 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 will come tonight

CHORUS: 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. CHORUS

Now the French are fightin' bouldly
Men are dying hot and couldly
Give every men his flask of powder
His firelock on his shoulder. CHORUS