Whiskey in the jar Lyrics: As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains / I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' / I first produced my pistol, I then produced my rapier [Intro] Am G Em G5 F5 Em G5 G5 F5 Em G5 [Verse 1] G Em As I was goin over the cork and kerry mountains C G I saw captain farrell and his money he was countin G Em I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier C G I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya [Chorus] D Musha ring dum a doo dum a da C Whack for my daddy-o C Whack The Irish Tenors, Thin Lizzy, Traditional Irish and 4 more. Browse our 8 arrangements of "Whiskey in the Jar." Sheet music is available for Piano, Voice, Guitar and 10 others with 10 scorings and 2 notations in 8 genres. Find your perfect arrangement and access a variety of transpositions so you can print and play instantly, anywhere. Supporting Kiss & Motley CrueAllphones Area, Sydney9th March 2013Check out my Hall of Fame here - https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLaulJPn4cBT6becfU1tz Provided to YouTube by Universal Music GroupWhiskey In The Jar · Thin LizzyDedication: The Very Best Of Thin Lizzy℗ 1972 Decca Music Group LimitedReleased on And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer. But now I'm returning with gold in great store. And I never will play the wild rover no more. And it's no, nay, never. No, nay, never, no more. Will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more. I went into an ale-house I used to frequent. And I told the landlady my money was spent. yPv1. Home » Artiesten » M » Metallica » Whiskey In The Jar As I was goin' over The Cork and Kerry Mountains I saw Captain Farrell And his money, he was countin' I first produced my pistol And then produced my ... Writers: Traditional , Brian Michael Downey , Eric Bell , Philip Parris Lynott Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group , Songtrust Ave , BMG Rights Management Lyrics licensed by LyricFind As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya" Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o 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-doo 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 Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey... Oh-oh, ya Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin' Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin' But me, I like sleepin', specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o ______________________________ Hinzugefügt von mamadark ( Whiskey in the Jar - Chords, Lyrics and Origins Origins Whiskey in the Jar is arguably the second most well known Irish drinking song (I guess you could argue that the most well known is the Wild Rover). The song has been recorded by rock bands (Thin Lizzy and Metallica amongst them) as well as by a whole host of folk musicians, many of whom have Irish roots. One example of the latter is the Dubliners. It has also been performed by countless amateur and semi-professional musicians in pubs and bars around the globe. If I'm being honest, I think the song has been overplayed. However, there is a reason why it has been performed and recorded so many times, and that is because it is a great song with a rousing melody and memorable lyrics. So if you can divorce the song from its baggage, then you are left with a gem. Nobody really knows with any great certainty when Whiskey in the Jar was written. The earliest 'solid proof' of its existence seems to date from a Broadside ballad in the Bodleian Library collections, Oxford. This was published in the 1840s. However, it is certainly possible that Whiskey in the Jar pre-dates this by some decades. A little bit of potted history (with apologies to those who know much more than me about this): up until 1922, Ireland was ruled by the British from London. The majority catholic population felt (and were) oppressed by their British protestant masters. An Irish nationalist movement arose, and there were a number of failed up-risings. However, this ultimately culminated in Independence for most of Ireland after world war one. The struggle for freedom and resentment at opression gives the song its context. The hero of the song is a highwayman who robs a British officer at gunpoint, but who is then betrayed by an unfaithful woman. In this version of the song, he ends up in jail, hoping that his soldier-brother might ride to his rescue. It's possible, though not certain, that the highwayman is actually an Irish irregular ('gorrilla', bandit etc.). In any case, robbing a British soldier would have made him a hero in Irish nationalist eyes. Several different versions of the lyrics exist, including some that have the highwayman / bandit / irregular esaping from jail, and others that transport the setting to pre-revolutionary America. See this Wikipedia article for more information. Chords Capo at 2nd Fret CAs I was going overAmThe Kilmangeny mountain FI came on Captain Farrell C AmAnd his money he was counting. CI first produced me pistol,AmThen I drew me sabre FSaying, "Stand and deliver, C AmFor I am the bold deceiver."ChorusF G G7Singing ringum doorum-a-daCWhack fol the daddie-oFWhack fol the daddie-o C G CThere's whiskey in the jar. Lyrics As I was a goin' over the far-famed Kerry mountainsI met with captain Farrell and his money he was first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier,Saying, "Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver." ChorusRingum, doorum-a-da,Whack fol my daddy O,Whack fol my daddy O,There's whiskey in the jar. I counted out his money and it made a pretty pennyI put it in me pocket and I took it home to JennyShe sighed and she swore that she never would deceive meBut the devil take the women for they never can be easy Repeat Chorus I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumberI dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonderJenny took me pistol. She filled it up with waterThen sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter. Repeat Chorus 'twas early in the morning, just before I rose to travelUp comes a band of coopers and likewise captain FarrellI first produced me pistol for me rapier she had stolenI couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was takenRepeat Chorus If there's anyone can aid me 'tis my brother in the armyIf I can find his station in Cork or in KillarneyIf he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through KillkennyI'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny Repeat Chorus There's some take delight in the carriages a rollingAnd others take delight in the hurling and the bowling,But I take delight in the juice of the barleyAnd courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early Repeat Chorus The Dubliners - Whiskey In The Jar onbekend toegevoegd door -kabouter- songtekst Whiskey In The Jar Dubliners : As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver Chorus: Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in me 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 (Chorus) I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter (Chorus) And 't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken (Chorus) And if anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenney And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny (Chorus) There's some take delight in the carriages a rolling and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling but I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early (Chorus) heeft toestemming van Stichting FEMU om deze songtekst te tonen. De songteksten mogen niet anders dan voor privedoeleinden gebruikt worden, iedere andere verspreiding van de songteksten is niet toegestaan. Whiskey in the jar - traditional Whiskey in the jar - 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 I then produced my rapier I said stand or deliver or the devil he may take ya Musha ring dum a do dum a da. Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny. I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she loved me never would she leave me But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy Chorus Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber takin' my Molly with me And I never knew the danger for about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell. I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels. Chorus Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin', And some men like ta hear, the cannon ball a roarin'. Me? I like sleepin' especially in my Molly's chamber. But here I am in prison, here I am with ball and chain, yeah.

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