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Oh now brave boys, you're marching off to foreign wars |
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Drums a' beating, banners flying |
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The Devil, tonight my home you'll see |
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Love fare thee well |
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Oh, whisky you're the devil, you're leading me astray |
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Over hills and mountains and to Americay |
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You're sweeter, stronger, decenter than any man my way |
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Whisky you're my darling drunk or sober |
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If you've no taste for whisky, let wormwood steal your soul |
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If you're looking for false hearted girls |
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The Devil, tonight my home you'll see |
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Love fare thee well |
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The sea's too full of witchcraft, you'll sooner sink than swim |
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But if you reach the furthest shore |
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The Devil, tonight my home you'll see |
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Love fare thee well |
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They say new friends are silver, and old friends they are gold |
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But when your friends have drunk you dry |
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The Devil, tonight my home you'll see |
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Love fare thee well |