Lyrics:

Now brave boys, we're on the march
Off to Portugal and Spain
Drums a-beating, banners waving
The devil a-home will come tonight

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

Whiskey you're the devil, you're leading me astray
O'er hills and mountains, into Amerikay
Your sweetness from the bleachner, you're spunkier than tea
Ah, whiskey you're me darlin', drunk or sober

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

Whiskey you're the devil, you're leading me astray
O'er hills and mountains, into Amerikay
Your sweetness from the bleachner, you're spunkier than tea
Ah, whiskey you're me darlin', drunk or sober

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'

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

Whiskey you're the devil, you're leading me astray
O'er hills and mountains, into Amerikay
Your sweetness from the bleachner, you're spunkier than tea
Ah, whiskey you're me darlin', drunk or sober