Oh whiskey, oh whiskey you've led me astray, Over hedges and ditches and briars far away. If I rattled you I'd fall, but I own you won the day. I'll meet you on some other early morning.
As John walked o'er the floor to his mother he did say “Oh mother, dearest mother,” aye and this to her did say “Will you loan me a few shillings before I go away? And I'll pay you when I come back in the morning.”
“To loan you a few shillings it's a thing I don't intend I never used the means that I ought to have done in time And to loan you a few shillings, sure you know they are but few I need them for the grocer in the morning.”
Oh whiskey, oh whiskey you've led me astray, Over hedges and ditches and briars far away. If I rattled you I'd fall, but I own you won the day. I'll meet you on some other early morning.
“Throw your coat around your shoulders and come along with me. We'll join for a pint and we'll have ourselves a spree And when my money is all spent you'll buy a pint for me And we'll all be in good humour in the morning.”
On looking o'er my shoulder and to my great surprise The old lady with the pot-stick, at me she made a rise. I jumped out of her road right manfully and this to her did say “It's a fine excuse for stopping out 'til morning!”
Of all the good in whiskey that ever yet was known It makes the girls so frisky and good about their own The more that they drink of it sure the less they think of home. I long to see my darling in the morning.
Oh whiskey, oh whiskey you've led me astray, Over hedges and ditches and briars far away. If I rattled you I'd fall, but I own you won the day. I'll meet you on some other early morning.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
