Formerly in the Irish Packet
Now brave boys we’re on for marching
Off to Portugal or Spain
The drums are beating, banners flying
The devil at home will come tonight
Love, fair thee well
With me tiddlee aye dul do dul dum a dah
Me tiddlee aye dul do dul dum a dah
Me rightful toora laddie
Oh, there’s whiskey in the jar
Oh, whiskey, you’re the devil, you’re leading me astray
Over hills and mountains, and to a merry quay
You’re sweet, you’re strong, you’re decent
Oh, you’re spunkier than tay
Oh, whiskey, you’re me darling drunk or sober
Said the mother, “do not wrong me,
Don’t take me daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you
And after that me ghost will haunt you”
Love, fair thee well
Oh, the French are fighting boldly
Men are dying hot and cowardly
Give every man his flash and powder
His firelock on his shoulder
Love, fare thee well