Gilgarra MountainWhiskey in the Jar |
As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra Mountain, I spied Colonel 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." Chorus: Musha ringum duram da, whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o, there's whiskey in the jar.
2. He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny;
3. I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber, | 4. Next mornin' early, before I rose for travel, A-came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell. I goes to draw my pistol, for she'd stole away my rapier, But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water. Chorus:
5. They put me into jail with a judge all a-writin':
6. I'd like to find me brother, the one who's in the army; |
7. There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin', Some 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! Chorus: |