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!"