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    Whiskey In The Jar (Traditional)

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    Traditional Irish song of the 18th century, the most played in the world.
    Chanson traditionnelle irlandaise datant du 18ème siècle, la plus jouée dans le monde.

    WHISKEY IN THE JAR
    As I was a-going over Gillgarry Mountains,
    I met with Captain Farrel, and his money he was counting.
    I first produced my pistol, and I then produced my rapier,
    Saying “Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver”.
    Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    There’s whiskey in the jar.
    I counted out the money, and it made a pretty penny,
    I put it in my pocket, and I took it home to Jenny.
    She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me,
    But the Devil take the women for they never can be easy.
    Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    There’s whiskey in the jar.
    I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber,
    I dreamt of gold and jewels, and for sure it was no wonder.
    But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them out with water,
    Then sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter.
    Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    There’s whiskey in the jar.
    T’was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel,
    Up comes a band of footmen, and likewise Captain Farrel.
    I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
    But I couldn’t shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.
    Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    There’s whiskey in the jar.
    They put me into jail with a judge all a-writing,
    For robbing Captain Farrel on Gilgarry Mountains.
    But they didn’t take me first so I knocked the jailer down,
    And bid a farewell to this tight fisted town.
    Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    There’s whiskey in the jar.
    If anyone can aid me, and my brother in army,
    If I can find his station, in Cork or in Killarney,
    If together we could go to mountains of Killkenny,
    I’m sure he’ll treat me better than my old a-Jenny.
    Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    There’s whiskey in the jar.
    Now there’s some take delight in the carriages and rolling,
    And others take delight in the hurling and the bowling.
    But if I take delight in the juice of the barley,
    And counting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.
    Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    Whack for the daddy oh,
    There’s whiskey in the jar.