We sat with bros two days ago,
In little bar and counted crows,
And Paddy had that day a bloody smell.
We drink good Whiskey till the night,
And wanna till the death, all right!
And than we have much Whiskey in the Hell.
So I drink Whiskey everyday,
To war for freedom till the grave,
‘Cause these days England is so fell.
If Londoners will come to me,
And hangman’ll push me on mah knees,
I hope that I'll have Whiskey in the Hell
They said that I’m vulgar so,
And that mah sister is a ho,
They said that I’m not a Christian, oh well,
I don’t need for them morals,
And don’t wanna fairytales...
I need for Guinness and for Whiskey in mah Hell.
Whiskey Song
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