Classic Poem

I don't think we shall
any of us live as long as
has she, we haven't the
steady mind and strong heart —

Wush a deen a daddy O
There's whiskey in the jar!

I wish you could have seen
her yesterday
with her red cheeks and
snow-white hair
so cheerful and contented —
she was a picture —

We sang hymns for her.

She couldn't join us but
when we had done she raised
her hands and clapped them
softly together.

Then when I brought her
her whiskey and water I said
to her as we always do —

Wush a deen a daddy O
There's whiskey in the jar!

She couldn't say the first
part but she managed to
repeat at the end —

There's whiskey in the jar!