We rode into Killarney town to drink a pint or seventy down
I ordered two and I turned around and there before my eyes
A lass with lovely hair of red I asked her for lovely dance
She slapped me with her lovely hand and totally smitten was I
Oh oh, we're singin "whiskey in a jar" Oh
Oh, We're drinkin til we're blind
It's looking like a holy show, the mornin' will be shite I know
But now is not the time for tears, We're on the tear tonight
And through the door at 6 foot 3, A mighty rugger bugger is he
Arms the size of apple trees, and fists as big as kegs
I woke up lyin' on the floor I'd won the fight My muckers swore
My noggin and my ars are sore and I can't feel my legs, but
Oh oh, we're singin "whiskey in a jar" Oh
Oh, We're drinkin 'til we're blind
It's looking like a holy show, the mornin will be shite I know
But now is not the time for tears, We're on the tear tonight
Their dancing on the tables now, the room is fairly spinning round
I'm well and truly pissed and plowed like everyone else in here
And if they slam the clinker door, it's nowhere I've not been before
So go ahead, my friend, and pour another pint of beer
Oh oh, we're drinkin' whiskey in a jar and
Oh, oh, we're singin' 'til we're blind
It's looking like a holy show, the mornin will be shite I know
But now is not the time for tears, Now is not the time
Oh oh, we're singin "whiskey in a jar" and
Oh, oh, we're drinkin' 'til we're blind
It's looking like a holy show, the mornin will be shite I know
But now is not the time for tears, We're on the tear tonight
Now is not the time for tears, We're on the tear tonight
We're on the tear!
