Rye whiskey

O Mollie, O Mollie, it's for your sake alone;
That I leave my old parents, my house and my home; My love for you,
it has caused me to roam; I'm a rabble rouser and Dixie's my home.
Jack o' diamonds, Jack o' diamonds; I know you of old;
You rob my poor pockets; Of silver and gold; O Whiskey, you Villian;
You've been my downfall; You've kicked me,
you've cuffed me; And cause me to brawl.
My foot's in a stirrup, my bridle's in my hand;
I'm leavin' sweet Mollie, the fairest in the land.
Her parents don't like me,
they say I'm too poor; They say I'm unworthy to enter her door.
They say I drink whiskey, my money's my own;
And them that don't like me can leave me alone.
I'll eat when I'm hungry,
I'll drink when I'm dry;
And when I get thirsty, I'll lay down and cry.
It's beefsteak when I'm hungry,
and whiskey when I'm dry;
Green backs when I'm hard up; And hell when I die.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey; Rye whiskey I cry;
If I don't get rye whiskey; I surely will die.
O baby, O baby, I've told you before;
Do make me a pallet, I'll lie on the floor.
I've rambled and trambled this wide world round;
Raisin' hell with the gang, that's where I am bound;
It's with these gunslingers, dear Mollie,
I'll roam; I'm a rabble rouser and Dixie's my home.
If the ocean were whiskey, and I were a duck (quack quack);
I'd dive to the bottom and get one sweet sup;
But the ocean ain't whiskey, and I ain't no duck;
So I'll play Jack o' diamonds and then we'll get drunk.
O baby, O baby, I've told you before;
Do make me a pallet, I'll lie on the floor.