Verse 1 Dm F He watches for the gauger man that prowls the countryside, Dm Gm Am Dm He hides his liquid treasure then waits for night and rides Dm F O'er the Torrance burn tae Glesca where there's plenty that will buy her Dm Gm Am Dm She's that sweet forbidden devil uisge beatha Chorus G F Whiskey is a deevil jaud that burns the brains o' man Gm Am He'll dance or stagger sing or fight Gm Am He'll argue black and blue is white G F The fermer's wife the weeda and the weary workin' man F Dm They fill the air wi' curses on that devil uisge beatha Verse 2 Dm F A band o' wild marauders in the colours o' Colquhoun Dm Gm Am Dm Were camped among the Campsie moors above the Lennoxtoon Dm F The folk below were soon tae know they were clan Gregor men Dm Gm Am Dm When they came sweepin' doon the Campsie Glen Verse 3 Dm They scattered a' before them a' the weemin and the bairns F Dm They chased the fermin' workers and the fermers' fae their hames Dm F They gathered up the cattle and they camped aside the hill Dm Gm Am Dm And there they fun' the hidden whisky still Chorus G F Whiskey is a deevil jaud that burns the brains o' man Gm Am He'll dance or stagger sing or fight Gm Am He'll argue black and blue is white G F The fermer's wife the weeda and the weary workin' man F Dm They fill the air wi' curses on that devil uisge beatha Verse 4 Dm F The Campsie men assembled then tae see what could be done Dm Gm Am Dm But shepherd lads and cottars cannae match a hielan' band Dm F They cursed the thievin' reivers and their heathen hielan cries Dm Gm Am Dm As they drank their fill aneath the evenin' skies Chorus G F Whiskey is a deevil jaud that burns the brains o' man Gm Am He'll dance or stagger sing or fight Gm Am He'll argue black and blue is white G F The fermer's wife the weeda and the weary workin' man Riff F Dm They fill the air wi' curses on that devil uisge beatha Verse 5 Dm F Whisky is a devil jaud that burns the brains o' man Dm Gm Am Dm For in the night the hielan' men fell drunk upon the grun Dm F The Campsie men crept up to them and slew them as they lee Dm Gm Am Dm And a' was back in order by the day Verse 6 Dm There's stills above the Clachan there's stills aroon the fells F Dm There's stills aroon the countryside nae gauger man can smell Dm F But the one that snared the Gregor was mair valuable than ten Dm Gm Am Dm Tae the hones fermers o' the Campsie Glen Chorus G F Whiskey is a deevil jaud that burns the brains o' man Gm Am He'll dance or stagger sing or fight Gm Am He'll argue black and blue is white G F The fermer's wife the weeda and the weary workin' man F Dm They fill the air wi' curses on that devil uisge beatha
