Whiskey You're the Devil - The Pogues

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