Whisky Is the Life of Man
Oh, whiskey is the life of man
Always was since the world began
Oh, whiskey made me pawn my clothes
Oh, whiskey gave me a broken nose
Oh, whiskey is the life of man
Whiskey from an old tin can
If whiskey comes too near my nose
Well, it's up she comes and down she goes
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
Rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft, this yard must go
John, rise her up from down below
I thought I heard the old man say (I thought I heard the old man say)
"Well, I treats my crew in a decent way" ("well, I treats my crew in a decent way")
"Well, I treats my crew in a decent way" ("well, I treats my crew in a decent way")
Well, I give them whiskey twice a day (twice a day)
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
Rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft, this yard must go
John, rise her up from down below, ah
Well, whiskey makes my friends my foes
Well, it makes us roar, and makes us roll
Well, a glass of whiskey all around
And a bottle full for the shanty man
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
Rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft, this yard must go
John, rise her up from down below
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
And we'll rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft, this yard must go
John, rise her up from down below
Always was since the world began
Oh, whiskey made me pawn my clothes
Oh, whiskey gave me a broken nose
Oh, whiskey is the life of man
Whiskey from an old tin can
If whiskey comes too near my nose
Well, it's up she comes and down she goes
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
Rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft, this yard must go
John, rise her up from down below
I thought I heard the old man say (I thought I heard the old man say)
"Well, I treats my crew in a decent way" ("well, I treats my crew in a decent way")
"Well, I treats my crew in a decent way" ("well, I treats my crew in a decent way")
Well, I give them whiskey twice a day (twice a day)
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
Rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft, this yard must go
John, rise her up from down below, ah
Well, whiskey makes my friends my foes
Well, it makes us roar, and makes us roll
Well, a glass of whiskey all around
And a bottle full for the shanty man
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
Rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft, this yard must go
John, rise her up from down below
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
And we'll rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft, this yard must go
John, rise her up from down below
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Writer(s): Andrew Robert Yates, Jonathan Michael Peter Darley, Robert James Alexander Sattin
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