Whiskey in the Jar Songtext
von The Pogues & The Dubliners
Whiskey in the Jar Songtext
As I was going over the Kilmagenny mountain
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy ′ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
I went into my chamber, for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
and sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy ′ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel
the guards were all around me 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 dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy ′ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army
if I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come save me, we′ll go roving near Kilkenny
and I swear he′ll treat me better than me own sportling Jenny
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy ′ol
there's whiskey in the jar
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving
but others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy ′ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy ′ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
I went into my chamber, for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
and sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy ′ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel
the guards were all around me 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 dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy ′ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army
if I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come save me, we′ll go roving near Kilkenny
and I swear he′ll treat me better than me own sportling Jenny
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy ′ol
there's whiskey in the jar
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving
but others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy ′ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there′s whiskey in the jar
Writer(s): James Thirkhill Fearnley, Andrew David Ranken, Peter Spider Stacey, Ronald Joseph Drew, Terry Woods, Philip Chevron, Jeremy Max Finer, Darryl Gatwick Hunt, Dp, John Edmund Sheahan, Shane Patrick Lysaght Mac-gowan, Eamonn Francis Campbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com