Whiskey Youre The Devil

[D]Now brave boys we're on the march
[A]Off to Portu[G]gal and Spain
[D]
Drums [A]-beating, banners [A]-waving
The [G]devil a-home will [A]come tonight
[D]La, fare thee well With me tither-y-eye dum [A]dah
Me [Em]tither-y-eye dum [G]da
[D]Me right fol tur-a ladee
Oh, there's [A]whiskey in the [D]jar

Hey, [D]whiskey you?re the devil You?re [G]leading me a[D]stray
[D]O'er hills and mountains [A]into Amerikay
[D]Your sweetness from the bleachner You're [G]spunkier than [D]tea,
[D]Ah, whiskey you're me darlin?, drunk or [A]so-[D]ber

The French are fighting boldly
Men are dying hot and coldly
Give every man his flash, gunpowder
His firelock on his shoulder
La, fare thee well With me tither-y-eye dum dah
Me tither-y-eye dum da
Me right fol tur-a ladee
Oh, there's whiskey in the jar

(same as verse)

Says 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"
We're off, fare thee well With me tither-y-eye dum dah
Me tither-y-eye dum da
Me right fol tur-a ladee
Oh, there's whiskey in the jar

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