Whiskey is the life of man, always was since the world
began 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
first mate say, 'I'll treats my crew in a decent way' Now
whiskey made me pawn my clothes, whiskey gave me a broken
nose A glass of whiskey all around, and a bottle full for
the shanty man Whiskey is the life of man, whiskey from
an old tin can