Charlie Ipcar
Richmond, Maine |
Oh, whiskey is the life of man,
Always was since the world began,
Chorus:
Oh, Whiskey-o, Johnny-o,
Rise 'er up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o,
Up aloft this yard must go
John, rise 'er up from down below!
I thought I heard the Ol' Man say,
Gonna treat me crew in a decent way...
Gonna treat me crew in a decent way,
Serve them whiskey three times a day...
Three tots of whiskey for every hand,
And a bucket for the shantyman...
Now whiskey went and tore me clothes,
And whiskey gave me this broken nose...
Now whiskey killed me poor old dad,
And whiskey drove me mother mad...
I thought I heard the Ol' Man say,
That we was homeward bound today...
|