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