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