  
WHISKEY IN THE JAR
Since there is so much variation between how a traditional
song is recorded in song books and how a band (in this case, The Pogues)
chooses to interpret it, I am providing both the "Traditional"
and the "Pogued" versions of the lyrics.
[The Pogues'/Dubliners' Version]
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was count'n.
I first produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier,
Saying stand and deliver for you are the bold deceiver.
Musha rig um du rum da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol 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 deceave me,
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.
Chorus
I went up to me chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and sure it was no wonder,
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water,
And sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter.
Chorus
'Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell;
I first produce my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.
Chorus
And if anyone 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 through Kilkenny,
I'm sure he'd treat me fairer than my own sporting Jenny.
Chorus
There's some takes delight in the carriages a rolling,
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'.
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.
Chorus
[Gilgarry Mountain/
There's Whiskey In The Jar]
As I was a going over
Gillgarry Mountain,
I spied Colonel Farrell and
his money he was countin'.
First I drew me pistol
and then I drew me rapier,
Sayin' stand and deliver
for I am your bold receiver.
Well shirigim duraham da
Wack fall the daddy oh,
wack fall the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar.
He counted out his money
and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in me pocket to
take home to darling' 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.
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 colonel Farrell
to get ready for the slaughter.
Next morning early
before I rose to travel,
There came a band of footmen
and likewise Colonel Farrell.
I goes to draw me pistol for
she'd stole away me rapier,
but a prisoner I was taken
I couldn't shoot the water.
They put me into jail
with a judge all a writin'
For robbing Colonel Farrell
on Gilgarry Mountain.
But they didn't take me fists
so I knocked the jailer down,
And bid a farewell to
this tight fisted town.
I'd like to find me brother
the one that's in the army,
I don't know where he's stationed
in Cork or in Killarney.
Together we'd go roving
o'r the mountains of Killkenney,
And I swear he'd treat me
better than me darling' sporting Jenny.
There's some takes delight
in the carriages and rolling,
Some takes delight
in the hurley or the bowlin'.
But I takes delight in
the juice of the barley,
Courting pretty maids in
the morning oh so early. |
[Kilgary Mountain/
Whiskey In The Jar]
As I was a-walkin' 'round
Kilgary Mountain
I met with Captain Pepper
as his money he was countin'
I rattled my pistols and
I drew forth my saber
Sayin', "Stand and deliver,
for I am the bold deceiver"
Musha rig um du rum da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
The shinin' golden coins
did look so bright and jolly
I took 'em with me home and
I gave 'em to my Molly
She promised and she vowed that
she never would deceive me
But the devil's in the women and
they never can be easy
When I was awakened
between six and seven
The guards were all around me
in numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistols,
but alas I was mistaken
For Molly's drawn my pistols and
a prisoner I was taken
They put me into jail
without judge or writin'
For robbing Colonel Pepper
on Kilgary Mountain
But they didn't take my fists
so I knocked the sentry down
And bid a fond farewell to
the jail in Sligo town
Now some take delight in
fishin' and in bowlin'
And others take delight
in carriages a-rollin'
But I take delight
in the juice of the barley
And courtin' pretty girls in
the morning so early |
Traditional
Arrangement copyright 1985 by The Pogues & The Dubliners
Great heaping gobs of thanks go to David
Yanciw from his help with the Pogues/Dubliners version of these lyrics.
Your intrepid maintainer is DzM. |
