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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 (
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.
"Whiskey w słoiku" Kiedy szedłem przez góry Cork i Kerry Zobaczyłem Kapitana Farrella liczącego swe pieniądze Dobyłem pistoletu i rapiera Krzyknąłem: "Wyskakuj z kasy albo poślę cię do diabła! " Zabrałem mu całą kasę, a było tego trochę Zabrałem całą kasę i przyniosłem do domu, do Molly Przysięgała że mnie kocha, że nigdy mnie nie opuści Ale niech diabli wezmą tę kobietę, bo łatwo mnie oszukała! Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Wypij za mojego starego Wypij za mojego starego, Whiskey w szklanicy Pijany i zmęczony, przyszedłem do Molly Pieniądze miałem ze sobą, nie zwietrzyłem kłopotów O szóstej, może siódmej, wszedł Kapitan Farrell Zerwałem się, dobyłem pistoletów i wygarnąłem mu z obu luf Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Wypij za mojego starego Wypij za mojego starego, Whiskey w szklanicy Wiecie, niektórzy lubią łowić ryby, inni polować na ptaki A jeszcze inni lubią słuchać ryku armat A ja lubię spać, szczególnie u mojej Molly Ale teraz siedzę w pudle, z kulą na łańcuchu u nogi! Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Wypij za mojego starego Wypij za mojego starego, Jest Whiskey w słoiku Whiskey w szklanicy Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Wyślij Niestety coś poszło nie tak, spróbuj później. Treść poprawki musi być wypełniona. Dziękujemy za wysłanie poprawki.
Lyrics: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 r
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
Copywright: Colm O Lochlann ed., Irish Street Ballads (Dublin 1939) used by permission.This song recalls the period when it was difficult to tell the differe
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.
sozleri soyledir: whiskey in the jar (trad.) as i was a going over the fair fit gilgarra mountains i met with captain farrell and his money he was counting i first produced me pistol and i then produced me rapier saying stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver mu sha ring du dum du dam da whack fol the daddy o whack fol the daddy o there`s whisky in the jar i counted out his money and it
[Chorus]Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a daWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jar[Verse 5]Now there's some take delight in the carriages a-rollin'And others take delight in the hurling and the bowlingBut I take delight in the juice of the barleyAnd courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early[Chorus]Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a daWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jar[Verse 6]If anyone can aid me 'tis me brother in the armyIf I can find his station in Cork or in KillarneyAnd if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' in KilkennyAnd I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny[Chorus]Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a daWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jarMush-a ring dum-a do dum-a daWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jarHow to Format Lyrics:Type out all lyrics, even if it’s a chorus that’s repeated throughout the songThe Section Header button breaks up song sections. Highlight the text then click the linkUse Bold and Italics only to distinguish between different singers in the same “Verse 1: Kanye West, Jay-Z, Both”Capitalize each lineTo move an annotation to different lyrics in the song, use the [...] menu to switch to referent editing modeAboutThis is one of the best known Irish folk songs, and it dates to the 17th century. It’s a story of a highwayman (a bandit) and his not so faithful lover. The song came to colonial America and became popular as a way of disrespecting British officials. Many like this traditional version and its traditional lyrics, but many others prefer the rock version by Thin Lizzy. Give that version a listen as well. Give a proper Irish toast with this song: We all have good reasons for drinking. And this one just entered my head. If a man can’t drink when he’s living, how the hell can he drink when he’s dead?"Ask us a question about this song
Step 1: Get familiar with the song. Before jumping straight into playing and singing along to Whiskey in the Jar, take some time to listen to different versions of the song. The Dubliners are perhaps one of the most iconic groups known for performing this classic ballad. Pay close attention to the melody of each verse, as well as how they
Samotnie sobie idę przez góry hrabstwa Kerry, A tu kapitan Farrell pieniądze - widzę - zbiera, Więc sięgam po pistolet, a później po broń białą: "Wyskakuj z tego, bratku, lub się nie wymkniesz cało!"Dzwonku, dzwoń, dzwonku, dzwoń, dzwonku, dzwoń, Dla taty starczy też, Dla taty starczy też, Jest whiskey cały całą forsę, a piękny to był grosik, Przyniosłem ją do domu, do mojej słodkiej Gosi. Ta mi przysięga miłość i że mnie nie opuści, A niech ją diabli wezmą, nabrała mnie, a juści!Dzwonku, dzwoń, dzwonku, dzwoń, dzwonku, dzwoń, Dla taty starczy też, Dla taty starczy też, Jest whiskey cały i zmęczony w jej izbie wnet się kładę, Pieniądze mam ze sobą, nie przeczuwałem zdrady, O szóstej albo siódmej w drzwiach nagle staje Farrell, Piorunem chwytam spluwy i jak go nie dzwoń, dzwonku, dzwoń, dzwonku, dzwoń, Dla taty starczy też, Dla taty starczy też, Jest whiskey cały lubią strzelać, a inni łowić ryby, Znów inni słyszeć działa, a niech drżą w oknach szyby, Ja lubię spać, szczególnie w ramionach mojej drogiej, Lecz oto tkwię w więzieniu, a kula tkwi u dzwoń, dzwonku, dzwoń, dzwonku, dzwoń, Dla taty starczy też, Dla taty starczy też, Jest whiskey cały dzban.
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