Happy St. Patrick's Day

Before I get really, really drunk, may the road rise to meet you my friends.

Here’s a fat guy sitting on the floor doing a pretty good version of a very good song:

G’head, sing along:

Whiskey, you’re the devil, you’re leadin’ me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You’re sweeter, stronger, decenter, you’re spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you’re my darlin’ drunk or sober

Oh, now, brave boys, we’re on the march and off to Portugal and Spain
The drums are beating, banners flying, the devil ahome will come tonight
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There’s whiskey in the jar. Hey!

Whiskey, you’re the devil, you’re leadin’ me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You’re sweeter, stronger, decenter, you’re spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you’re my darlin’ drunk or sober

Said the mother: “Do not wrong me, don’t take my daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you, and after death a ghost will haunt you
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There’s whiskey in the jar. Hey!

Whiskey, you’re the devil, you’re leadin’ me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You’re sweeter, stronger, decenter, you’re spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you’re my darlin’ drunk or sober

The French are fighting boldly, men dying hot and coldly
Gives ev’ry man his flask of powder, his farlock on his shoulder
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There’s whiskey in the jar. Hey!

Whiskey, you’re the devil, you’re leadin’ me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You’re sweeter, stronger, decenter, you’re spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you’re my darlin’ drunk or sober

Russ