Whiskey you're the divil, you're leading me astray 
Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay 
You're sweeter, stronger, dacenter 
You're spunkier than tay 
Oh whiskey you're me darlin' drunk or sober. 

Oh, now brave boys are off for 
marching off to Portugal and Spain 
Drums are beating, banners flying 
The divil a home we'll come tonight 
Oh, love fare thee well 
With me tiddery idle loodle lum a da 
Me tiddery idle loodle lum a da 
Me right fol torral addee o 
There's whiskey in the jar. 

Said 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 
Love fare thee well 
With me tiddery idle loodle lum a da 
Me tiddery idle loodle lum a da 
Me right fol torral addee o 
There's whiskey in the jar. 

Now the French are fightin' bouldly 
Men are dying hot and couldly 
Give every man his flask of powder 
His firelock on his shoulder, 
Love fare thee well 
With me tiddelly idle loodle lum a da 
Me tiddery idle loodle lum a da 
Me right fol torral addee o 
There's whiskey in the jar.