Lyrics

Irish Whiskey (Ouisce Beatha)

Bagpipes are blowin' in the wind
And Wrenboyz are singing to St. Stephen again...
Donegal and whiskey and stout...
In Gallic you don't know what they're talking about.

My love is a vision of green...
St. Patrick and leprechauns and rainbows are seen...
And hands that are leathered and tough...
Potatoes and shovels and plows are enough...

Irish Whiskey...smooth to go down...
Irish Whiskey...trouble in the center of town...
Irish Whiskey...drink with your friends...
Slam the glass upside down and start fight...fighting again...