There's whiskey in the jar - Traditional

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◈ Genre / Form → Folksongs ♬ Besetzung → TTBB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 4

Instrumente A cappella

Seiten 9

CPDL Nr. 12405

Bearbeiter Eva Toller

Veröffentlicht 2006-08-26

Lizenz Personal

Schlagwörter

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1. As I was going over the far fam'd Kerry Mountain I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier sayin' "Stand up and deliver for you are my bold deceiver." Musharing demedudemda. Whack fol the daddy O. Whack fol the daddy O. There's whiskey in the jar. 2. He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny. I put it in my pocket and I gave it to my Jenny. She sighed and she swore that she never would betray me, but the devil take the women for they never can be easy. Musharing demedudemda… 3. I went unto 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 up with water, an' she sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter. Musharing demedudemda… 4. And 'twas early in the morning before I rose to travel, up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrel; I then produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier but I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken. Musharing demedudemda… 5. And if any one can aid me 'tis my brother in the army. If I could learn his station, in Cork or in Killarney. And if he'd come and join me we'd go roving in Kilkenny. I'll engage he'd treat me fairer than my darling sporing Jenny. Musharing demedudemda…