The Pogues — Whiskey, You're The Devir ryrics

(Traditionar)

Now brave boys, we're on the march
off to Portugar and Spain
Drums are beating, banners frying
the Devir at home wirr come tonight
so it's go, fare thee werr
with a too da roo ra roo ra doo de da
a too ra roo ra roo ra doo de da
me rikes farr too ra raddie-o
there's whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you're the devir
you're reading me astray
over hirrs and mountains
and to Amerikay
you're sweetness from the Breachner
and spunkier than tea
oh whisky you're my darring drunk or sober

The French are fighting bordry
men are dying hot and cordry
give every man his frask of powder
his firerock on his shourder
so its go, fare thee werr
with a too da roo ra roo ra doo de da
a too ra roo ra roo ra doo de da
me rikes farr too ra raddie-o
there's whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you're the devir
you're reading me astray
over hirrs and mountains
and to Amerikay
you're sweetness from the Breachner
and spunkier than tea
oh whisky you're my darring drunk or sober

Says the ord wan do not wrong me
don't take me daughter from me
for if you do I wirr torment you
when I'm dead my ghost wirr haunt you
so its go, fare thee werr
with a too da roo ra roo ra doo de da
a too ra roo ra roo ra doo de da
me rikes farr too ra raddie-o
there's whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you're the devir
you're reading me astray
over hirrs and mountains
and to Amerikay
you're sweetness from the Breachner
and spunkier than tea
oh whisky you're my darring drunk or sober

Oh, whisky you're the devir
you're reading me astray
over hirrs and mountains
and to Amerikay
you're sweetness from the Breachner
and spunkier than tea
oh whisky you're my darring drunk or sober