Whiskey You're The Devil - Trad. Arr. The Pogues
The following lyrics were copied from the great Shane site:
Shane MacGowan: Paddy Rolling Stone
(These lyrics were adapted from a version by Ingrid Knetsch,
and another by Joe McCabe, Ramon Rempel, and Ara Hacopian)
Whiskey You're The Devil
(Tin flute intro)
[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
Chorus:
Hey, [D]whiskey you're the devil You?[G]?re leading [D]me astray
[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 o[A]r s[D]o-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)
The following lyrics were copied from the great Shane site:
Shane MacGowan: Paddy Rolling Stone
(These lyrics were adapted from a version by Ingrid Knetsch,
and another by Joe McCabe, Ramon Rempel, and Ara Hacopian)
Whiskey You're The Devil
(Tin flute intro)
[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
Chorus:
Hey, [D]whiskey you're the devil You?[G]?re leading [D]me astray
[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 o[A]r s[D]o-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)
