"Irish Whiskey Song" lyrics

"Irish Whiskey Song"

Well, here's to Irish whiskey it's a drink of high degree
Give me a glass of Tullamore Dew for that's the one for me
Tullamore Dew, dear old Ireland brews the stuff
We hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company

Well, here's to Irish whiskey it's a drink of high degree
Give me a glass of Bushmills, boys, for that's the one for me
Bushmills, Tullamore Dew, dear old Ireland brews the stuff
We hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company

Well, here's to Irish whiskey it's a drink of high degree
Give me a glass of Jamesons, boys, for that's the one for me
Jamesons, Bushmills, Tullamore Dew, dear old Ireland brews the stuff
We hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company

Well, here's to Irish whiskey it's a drink of high degree
Give me a glass of Coleraine, boys, for that's the one for me
Coleraine, Jamesons, Bushmills, Tullamore Dew
Dear old Ireland brews the stuff
We hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company

Well, here's to Irish whiskey it's a drink of high degree
Give me a glass of Cassidys, boys, for that's the one for me
Cassidys, Coleraine, Jamesons, Bushmills, Tullamore Dew
Dear old Ireland brews the stuff
We hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company

Well, here's to Irish whiskey it's a drink of high degree
Give me a glass of Midleton, boys, for that's the one for me
Midleton, Cassidys, Coleraine, Jamesons, Bushmills, Tullamore Dew
Dear old Ireland brews the stuff
We hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company

Well, here's to Irish whiskey it's a drink of high degree
Give me a glass of Mulligans, boys, for that's the one for me
Mulligans, Midleton, Cassidys, Coleraine, Jamesons, Bushmills, Tullamore Dew, dear old Ireland brews the stuff
We hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company

Well, here's to Irish whiskey it's a drink of high degree
Give me a glass of Red Breast, boys, for that's the one for me
Red Breast, Mulligans, Midleton, Cassidys, Coleraine, Jamesons, Bushmills, Tullamore Dew, dear old Ireland brews the stuff
We hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company

Well, here's to Irish whiskey it's a drink of high degree
Give me a glass of Greenspot, boys, for that's the one for me
Greenspot, Red Breast, Mulligans, Midleton, Cassidys, Coleraine, Jamesons, Bushmills, Tullamore Dew, dear old Ireland brews the stuff
We hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company

Well, here's to Irish whiskey it's a drink of high degree
Give me a glass of Paddys, boys, for that's the one for me
Paddys, Greenspot, Red Breast, Mulligans, Midleton, Cassidys, Coleraine, Jamesons, Bushmills, Tullamore Dew, dear old Ireland brews the stuff
We hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company

Well, here's to Irish whiskey it's a drink of high degree
Give me a glass of Powers, boys, for that's the one for me
Powers, Paddys, Greenspot, Red Breast, Mulligans, Midleton, Cassidys, Coleraine, Jamesons, Bushmills, Tullamore Dew, dear old Ireland brews the stuff
We hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company

Here's to Irish whiskey sure we love them one and all
We'll have a glass of Teelings, boys, before the final call
Teelings, Powers, Paddys, Greenspot, Red Breast, Mulligans, Midleton, Cassidys, Coleraine, Jamesons, Bushmills, Tullamore Dew
Dear old Ireland brews the stuff we hope to hell they brew enough
To keep us hale and hearty and toast the company


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