Plange, I always loved this one!

Whiskey, you're the divil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay.
You're sweeter, stronger tastin', and you're spunkier nor tay.
Oh, whiskey, you're me darlin' drunk or sober.

Oh, now brave boys, we're on for marchin' up to Portugal and Spain.
Drums are beatin' banners flyin' the divil a home we'll come tonight.
Love, fare thee well, with me tipperyaydledoodleumada
Me tipperyaydledoodleumada
Me roych fol tooral laddie-O, there's whiskey i the jar.

CHORUS: Oh, whiskey, you're the divil, &c.

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, &c.

CHORUS: Oh, whiskey, you're the divil, &c.

Now the French are fightin' boldly. men are dyin' hot and coldly.
Give every man his flask of powder, his firelock on his shoulder.
Love, fare thee well, &c.

CHORUS: Oh, whiskey, you're the divil, &c.