| Whiskey is the life of man
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| Whiskey from an old tin can
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| I like whiskey hot and strong
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| And I’ll drink whiskey all day long
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, rise it up from down below
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, rise it up from down below
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-oh
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| Up aloft this yard must go
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| Come rise him up from down below
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| I’ll drink it hot, I’ll drink it cold
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| I’ll drink it new, I’ll drink it old
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| Some like whiskey, some like beer
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| I wish I had a barrel here
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, rise it up from down below
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, rise it up from down below
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-oh
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| Up aloft this yard must go
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| Come rise him up from down below
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| Whiskey killed my sister Sue
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| And whiskey killed my brother too
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| Whiskey killed my poor old dad
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| And whiskey drove my mother mad
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, rise it up from down below
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, rise it up from down below
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-oh
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| Up aloft this yard must go
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| Come rise him up from down below
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| If whiskey comes to near my nose
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| It’s «up-she-comes» and «down-she-goes»
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| A glass of grog for every man
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| And a bottle full for the Shantyman
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, rise it up from down below
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, rise it up from down below
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| Whiskey-oh, Johnny-oh, whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-oh
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| Up aloft this yard must go
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| Come rise him up from down below |