Oh, whisky's the life of man,
But whisky's mostly water,
And its whisky fuels the worker and
Corrupts his only daughter.
The mountain water in the still
The copper pipes a -steamin'
There'll soon be whiskey in the glass
And dreamers gone to dreamin'
and old man's thoughts are reelin'
Oh, I met her down in Dublin town
Like a bottled fly I fell
To the spider in the blackbush of
I spun my web from Lippy's walls
To the backroom down at Whelan's
But oh, how sweet my poison now
Is drowning in the dreamin'
and an old man's thoughts are reelin'
Oh, whiskey's made of water,
lads Barley, corn, or malt
Bring on the pulling of the tides
The flash of Isaac Lehman
When passion blends the elements
The yeast is but the dreamin'
Oh it's the dreamin', it's the dreamin'
and old man's thoughts are reelin'
bleeds through the dreaming
Oh, whiskey's the life of man you
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