The Whiskey Song - Ricky Warwick

Johnny came marching home that night

With the battle all but won

Then he pushed his girl against the wall

And he loved her like his gun

But them cotton fields he trampled when the boot starts to the floor

When opening doors and foreign lands cos living won the war

And the Lagan spawned a 100 mills, the Ropeworks and the yard

And feckin whisky oil machines were forged as work was hard

Brick by brick and street by street blood of careless hand

And sensible with amber came laughing to this land

Oh oh oh oh every rhythm tells its tale

Oh oh oh oh every city sails a dream

Oh oh oh oh make feckin whisky last a life

It purges sinners greed

There though lies a secret you must punch above your weight

When the big ship sails in the alley o this bad

Before this summer cast it spell the fallen has gone

The thousand bombers left omagh in the spring of 41

And the the Lagan spawned a 100 mills, the Ropeworks and the yard

And fecking whisky oil machines were forged as work was hard

Brick by brick and street by street blood of careless hand

With straps of glowing amber come laughing to this land

Oh oh oh oh every rhythm tells its tale

Oh oh oh oh every city sails a dream

Oh oh oh oh make feckin whisky last a life

It purges sinners greed

round our way

To the smokey gathered in disguise bit like a

Well those that look like johnny still found that civil war

‘cos someone to promise fecking more

Yet spirits fill this brim but a showels still a spade

And hope still waits for patience in the new old

And the lagging spawned a 100mils in north west

Feckin whisky oil machines were forged as work was hard

Brick by brick and street by street blood of careless hand

And sensible with straps of glowing amber come laughing to this land

Oh oh oh oh every rhythm tells its tale

Oh oh oh oh every city sails a dream

Oh oh oh oh make feckin whisky last a life

It purges sinners greed

Oh oh oh oh every rhythm tells its tale

Oh oh oh oh every city sails a dream

Oh oh oh oh make feckin whisky last a life

It purges sinners greed

That feckin whisky…

That feckin whisky, that feckin whisky

And it purges sinners greed