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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 |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
and spunkier than tea |
|
oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober |
