Whiskey, You’re the Devil --- Trad.
[chorus] [D]Whiskey,
You’re the Devil, you’re [G]leadin’ me
astray,
[D]Over
hills and mountains, and [A7]to Amerikay.
You’re [D]sweeter, kinder, decenter;
you’re [G]spunkier than tae.
Oh, [D]whiskey you’re my darlin’ drunk or
[A7]so-[D]ber.
Oh, [D]now
brave boys, we’re on the march; and [G]off
to Portugal and Spain.
[D]Drums
are beating, banners flying; the [A7]Devil
a-home will come tonight.
Oh, [D]love,
fare-thee-well, with me tithery-eye-the-doodle-um-a-da,
Me-[G]tithery-eye-the-doodle-um-a-da.
Me-[D]rikes-fall-too-ra-laddie-oh.
There’s [A7]whiskey
in the [D]jar. Hey!
[chorus]
Well the [D]French
are fightin’ boldly, men are [G]dyin’ hot
and coldly,
Give [D]every
man his flask of powder, his [A7]firelock
on his shoulder.
Oh, [D]love,
fare-thee-well, with me tithery-eye-the-doodle-um-a-da,
Me-[G]tithery-eye-the-doodle-um-a-da.
Me-[D]rikes-fall-too-ra-laddie-oh.
There’s [A7]whiskey
in the [D]jar. Hey!
Said the [D]mother:
“Do not wrong me. Do not [G]take my
daughter from me.”
”For [D]if
you do I will torment you, and [A7]after
death my ghost will haunt you.”
Oh, [D]love,
fare-thee-well, with me tithery-eye-the-doodle-um-a-da,
Me-[G]tithery-eye-the-doodle-um-a-da.
Me-[D]rikes-fall-too-ra-laddie-oh.
There’s [A7]whiskey
in the [D]jar. Hey!