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D
Now brave boys we're on the march
A G
Off to Portugal and Spain
D
Drums a-beating, banners a-waving
G A
The devil a-home will come tonight
D A
La, fare thee well With me tither-y-eye dum dah
Em G
Me tither-y-eye dum da
D
Me right fol tur-a ladee
A D
Oh, there's whiskey in the jar
Chorus
D G D
Hey, whiskey you’re the devil You’re leading me astray
D A
O'er hills and mountains into Amerikay
D G D
Your sweetness from the bleachner You're spunkier than tea,
D A D
Ah, whiskey you're me darlin’, drunk or so-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
Chorus
Break: (same as verse)
Chorus
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
Chorus
Outro: [D,D,A,D]
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