You’re the foxy devil when you like
You set my mind at ease and then you strike
You set me head a-reeling
You make me shout and sing.
My memory flees, I get no ease
Till I have a little drink.
You’re the crafty rogue and that’s for sure
For your company there is no cure
I’ve squandered all my money
And the best days of my life.
All on your charms, in spite of harm
In spite of peace and strife.
Whiskey in the morning or at night
Gives strength to sing and dance, to love and fight
And so despite misfortune
I’ll take you as you are –
The best of friends and enemies
The best I’ve known by far.