| I am a young fellow that’s fond of my fun
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| And Ferlin in Derry is where I’ve begun
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| All over the country, I’ve spent all my cash
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| With Kitty and Ginny and Mary McNash
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| My father disowned me for being such a rake
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| And for spending my time in such frolicksome ways
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| The girls, they are sweet, but I’ll have you all know
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| That my first love in life is the pure whiskey, oh!
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| Riddley-i-di, riddley-i-di-di, riddley-i-di-day
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| If I chance for to go to the town of Kildare
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| All the girls all around me they flock on the square
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| Some bring me a bottle and some bring me cake
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| And they do it behind their old pure parents' back
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| There’s one from McCorville and one from Carlisle
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| And another one from Derry my heart has beguiled
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| But I’d trade every one for a drop of the pure
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| For my first love is whiskey. |
| The heart it can cure
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| Riddley-i-di, riddley-i-di-di, riddley-i-di-day
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| To worry for riches, I’m never inclined
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| For the greatest of misers must leave them behind
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| With a glass in my hand and a girl on my knee
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| There’s all a man needs for his pleasure, you see
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| For I knew a man who had plenty of gold
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| And I knew another who had twenty times more
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| But they’re both on their backs among nettles and stone
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| So, my first love is whiskey and whiskey alone
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| Riddley-i-di, riddley-i-di-di, riddley-i-di-day
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| And now for the future, I mean to be wise
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| And I’ll look for the women that treated me kind
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| I’ll marry them all on the next Market Day
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| If the clergy agree to the things that I say
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| And when I am dead and my soul is at rest
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| These women will come for to cry at my wake
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| And they’ll cover me over with whiskey so pure
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| And I’ll dance on the lid of my coffin and cheer
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| Riddley-i-di, riddley-i-di-di, riddley-i-di-day |