歌曲 | Whiskey, You're the Devil |
歌手 | The Clancy Brothers |
专辑 | Best Of The Vanguard Years |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Traditional | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
The French are fighting boldly | |
men are dying hot and coldly | |
give every man his flask of powder | |
his firelock on his shoulder | |
so its 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 | |
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 | |
Says the old wan 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 | |
so its 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 | |
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 | |
and spunkier than tea | |
oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
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 | |
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 laddieo | |
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 | |
The French are fighting boldly | |
men are dying hot and coldly | |
give every man his flask of powder | |
his firelock on his shoulder | |
so its 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 laddieo | |
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 | |
Says the old wan 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 | |
so its 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 laddieo | |
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 | |
and spunkier than tea | |
oh whisky you' re my darling drunk or sober |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
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 | |
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 laddieo | |
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 | |
The French are fighting boldly | |
men are dying hot and coldly | |
give every man his flask of powder | |
his firelock on his shoulder | |
so its 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 laddieo | |
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 | |
Says the old wan 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 | |
so its 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 laddieo | |
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 | |
and spunkier than tea | |
oh whisky you' re my darling drunk or sober |