Paddy Schmidt
Whiskey In The Jar dainos žodžiai
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver"
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
I went into my chamber, for to take a little 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
And send for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter
It was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn´t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
If anyone can aid me, it´s my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he´ll ride with me, we´ll go stumblin' in Kilkenny
And I swear he´ll treat me better than me only sporting Jenny
Now some take delight in travelling and calling
But others take delight in the Irish ways of rolling
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy ´o
Whack for the daddy ´o
There´s whiskey in the jar
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver"
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
I went into my chamber, for to take a little 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
And send for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter
It was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn´t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
If anyone can aid me, it´s my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he´ll ride with me, we´ll go stumblin' in Kilkenny
And I swear he´ll treat me better than me only sporting Jenny
Now some take delight in travelling and calling
But others take delight in the Irish ways of rolling
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy ´o
Whack for the daddy ´o
There´s whiskey in the jar
