I was in chains, chained to my whiskey Lying sleeping below the silver trees Up comes Davy and says you must be running, boy And now I must fly - I must fly. First to my darling, down in the valley I cry madly, hey, I'm here at your door She says John, John, now be gone from my door
You and your whiskey I'll taste no more. Oh, I was in chains and bound for Australia I cry wildly about my life before Of my whiskey, all across the dreadful ocean And of my true love, I'll say no more And of my true love, I'll say no more