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