72 lines
2.5 KiB
Plaintext
72 lines
2.5 KiB
Plaintext
WHISKEY, YOU'RE THE DEVIL
|
||
(Adaptation)
|
||
By Lucillus
|
||
|
||
ÉÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍCHORUSÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ»
|
||
º (Lead-in) º
|
||
º Lo', fare thee well. º
|
||
º With me tithireeiadoodleamaday,º
|
||
º Me tithireeiadoodleamaday, º
|
||
º Me right faltoral-laddie-o, º
|
||
º There's whiskey in the jar! º
|
||
ÌÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ͹
|
||
º (All together) º
|
||
º Oh, whiskey you're the devil, º
|
||
º You're leadin' me astray, º
|
||
º Over hills and mountains, º
|
||
º And oh so far away. º
|
||
º You're sweet, you're strong, º
|
||
º You're wicked, º
|
||
º But I love you anyway! º
|
||
º Oh, whiskey, you're me darling º
|
||
º Drunk or sober. º
|
||
ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ
|
||
Well, I used to love me whiskey,
|
||
It made me nice and frisky,
|
||
But then they pushed me in a fire
|
||
Sing if you think I'm a liar.
|
||
|
||
Oh, the Celts they went out raiding,
|
||
They didn't much like the sailing
|
||
But every sheep within their land
|
||
Was hidden well from their war band.
|
||
|
||
Said the captain to his men now:
|
||
"We'll show those Vikings just how
|
||
They think that they have got it made
|
||
Don't worry, lads, for we'll get laid!"
|
||
|
||
Said the widow, "Won't you leave be!
|
||
Don't take me daughter from me!
|
||
For then I know what I will do,
|
||
I'll kill myself and then haunt you."
|
||
|
||
Said the raider to the widow:
|
||
"What are ye daft and dumb now!
|
||
Your daughter ye can keep right here,
|
||
Your sheep we'll take, no, never fear."
|
||
|
||
When the Celts they'd land to pillage
|
||
They'd go straight to the village,
|
||
"We'll let you be if you give us
|
||
All your sheep and make no fuss."
|
||
|
||
All the wise men in the small towns
|
||
Said, "Who the hell are these clowns?
|
||
If sheep is all they care to take,
|
||
Then give them up, for pity's sake!"
|
||
|
||
Now the Celts they filled their boat up
|
||
Before the army showed up,
|
||
And from offshore they laughed and cried
|
||
Happy with their wooly prizes.
|
||
|
||
At last the Celts they sailed away
|
||
And then the chieftain he did say:
|
||
"Well, three sheep each is not so bad!
|
||
At last I can become a dad!"
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|