(Traditional)
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Now brave boys, we're on the march
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off to Portugal and Spain
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Drums are beating, banners flying
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the Devil at home will come tonight
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so it's go, fare thee well
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with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
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a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
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me rikes fall too ra laddie-o
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there's whisky in the jar
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Oh, whisky you're the devil
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you're leading me astray
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over hills and mountains
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and to Amerikay
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you're sweetness from the Bleachner
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and spunkier than tea
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oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober
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The French are fighting boldly
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men are dying hot and coldly
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give every man his flask of powder
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his firelock on his shoulder
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so its go, fare thee well
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with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
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a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
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me rikes fall too ra laddie-o
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there's whisky in the jar
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Oh, whisky you're the devil
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you're leading me astray
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over hills and mountains
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and to Amerikay
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you're sweetness from the Bleachner
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and spunkier than tea
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oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober
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Says the old wan do not wrong me
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don't take me daughter from me
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for if you do I will torment you
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when I'm dead my ghost will haunt you
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so its go, fare thee well
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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
|
|
Oh, whisky you're the devil
|
you're leading me astray
|
over hills and mountains
|
and to Amerikay
|
you're sweetness from the Bleachner
|
and spunkier than tea
|
oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober
|
|
Oh, whisky you're the devil
|
you're leading me astray
|
over hills and mountains
|
and to Amerikay
|
you're sweetness from the Bleachner
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and spunkier than tea
|
oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober
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Whiskey, You're The Devil
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| The Pogues |
