Whisky, oh Whisky

Whisky, oh whisky, the spirit that makes my heart warm,

From where do you come from, where, my love?

Pure gold, brown, or red, bottled in a welcoming form,

Oh whisky, my dear, you should be held with a glove!

Ireland and Scotland, two realms of might and pride,

Its history filled with spirits of courage and honour,

These lands are your homeland, lands worthy for the beginning of your ride,

A land where almost everyone is O'Connor!

You fill our glasses and make us happy,

And we drink till the end of times!

Oh, our dear whisky, our life with you is not that crappy,

And we finally celebrate with our friends without sighs!