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