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Now brave boys, we're on the march
Off to Portugal and Spain.
Drums are beating, banners flying
The Devil at home will come tonight.
Chorus 1:
So it's go, fare thee well
With a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
A too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
Me rikes fall too ra laddie-o
There's whisky in the jar!
Chorus 2:
Oh, whisky you're the devil you're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay.
You're sweeter, stronger, descenter and spunkier than tay.
Oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober!
The French are fighting boldly,
Men are dying hot and coldly,
Give every man his flask of powder
His firelock on his shoulder.
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Chorus 2
Says the mother "Do not wrong me.
Don't take me daughter from me,
For if you do I will torment you,
When I'm dead my ghost will haunt you.
Chorus 1
Chorus 2
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