Traditional Irish song of the 18th century, the most played in the world. <br />Chanson traditionnelle irlandaise datant du 18ème siècle, la plus jouée dans le monde. <br /><br />WHISKEY IN THE JAR <br />As I was a-going over Gillgarry Mountains, <br />I met with Captain Farrel, and his money he was counting. <br />I first produced my pistol, and I then produced my rapier, <br />Saying “Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver”. <br /> Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> There’s whiskey in the jar. <br />I counted out the money, and it made a pretty penny, <br />I put it in my pocket, and I took it home to Jenny. <br />She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me, <br />But the Devil take the women for they never can be easy. <br /> Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> There’s whiskey in the jar. <br />I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber, <br />I dreamt of gold and jewels, and for sure it was no wonder. <br />But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them out with water, <br />Then sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter. <br /> Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> There’s whiskey in the jar. <br />T’was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel, <br />Up comes a band of footmen, and likewise Captain Farrel. <br />I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier, <br />But I couldn’t shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken. <br /> Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> There’s whiskey in the jar. <br />They put me into jail with a judge all a-writing, <br />For robbing Captain Farrel on Gilgarry Mountains. <br />But they didn’t take me first so I knocked the jailer down, <br />And bid a farewell to this tight fisted town. <br /> Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> There’s whiskey in the jar. <br />If anyone can aid me, and my brother in army, <br />If I can find his station, in Cork or in Killarney, <br />If together we could go to mountains of Killkenny, <br />I’m sure he’ll treat me better than my old a-Jenny. <br /> Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> There’s whiskey in the jar. <br />Now there’s some take delight in the carriages and rolling, <br />And others take delight in the hurling and the bowling. <br />But if I take delight in the juice of the barley, <br />And counting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early. <br /> Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> Whack for the daddy oh, <br /> There’s whiskey in the jar.
