Friday, March 17, 2006

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!!

You may know this as performed by Metallica (I think Thin Lizzy did it, too), but it's originally an Irish Folk tune (Irish / English dringing song, 17th Century).

Enjoy:

Whiskey In The Jar Lyrics (Metallica Rendition)

Traditional
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "stand and deliver or the devil he may take you"

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me, no, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me
easy

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Taking Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels,
yeah

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring
Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o, yeah

Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah
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Original Lyrics:
I was a-goin’ over gilgarra mountain
I met with captain farrell, and his money he was countin’.
First I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier,
Sayin’ stand and deliver, for I am your bold deceiver.
Musha ringum duram da,
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Whack fol the daddy-o,
There’s whiskey in the jar.
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny;
I put it in my pocket to take home to ’ jenny.
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me,
But the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy!
Musha ringum duram da
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,
To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder:
Me jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
Called on captain farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Musha ringum duram da
Next mornin’ early, before I rose for travel,
Up came a band of footmen and likewise captain farrell.
I goes to draw my pistol, for she’d stole away my rapier,
But I couldn’t shoot for water, so a prisoner I was taken
Musha ringum duram da
They put me into jail with a judge all a-writin’:
For robbin’ colonel farrell on gilgarra mountain.
But they didn’t take me fists and I knocked the jailer down
And bid me a farewell to this tight-fisted town.

Musha ringum duram da
I’d like to find me brother, the one who’s in the army;
I don’t know where he’s stationed, be it cork or in killarney.
Together we’d go roamin’ o’er the mountains of kilkenny,
And I swear he’d treat me fairer than my darlin’ sportin’ jenny!

Musha ringum duram da
There’s some that takes delight in the carriages and rollin’,
Some that takes delight in the hurley or the bollin’,
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
Courtin’ pretty maids in the mornin’, o so early!
Musha ringum duram da


Like to know more about Irish traditional music? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talk:Music_of_Ireland

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