Me and Mary Callahan we go a long way back

God knows how many times I tried to get her in the sack

One night she said just give me time till next Saint Patricks day

I'll make your waiting all worthwhile I'll let you have your way



But then she left me for some man and now she runs a house down in Amsterdam

The few times that I'm sober I find it hard to see

She had all that loving in her but she wouldn't give it to me



But oooh! There's still whiskey in the whiskey jar

Hey, hey! Drink up be merry

Oooh! Free the whiskey from the whiskey jar

Hey, hey! Goodbye to Mary



Then came Mary number two her last name was O' Toole

She said that she would take my name she'd be my Emerald jewel

I should have known right then and there it wasn't meant to be

The next day she was on a boat across the Irish sea



She left me for some foreign man and now she raises kids down in Pakistan

She said she wanted freedom, needed to be free

I guess her kind of freedom meant breaking free from me



But oooh! There's still whiskey in the whiskey jar

Hey, hey! Drink up be merry

Oooh! Free the whiskey from the whiskey jar

Hey, hey! Goodbye to Mary



Sometimes if I get sober I find it hard to see

They had all that loving in them but they wouldn't give it to me



But oooh! There's still whiskey