Мир песен

Ronan Keating — Whiskey In The Jar

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 me pistol and I then produced me rapier
Saying «Stand and deliver» for you area bold deceiver

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


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


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 stolen away me rapier
I couldn’t shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken


There’s some take delight in the carriages a rollin’
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowlin’
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the mornin’ bright and early


If I can find me brother, the one that’s in the army
I dunno where he’s stationed be, in Cork or in Killarney
Then we might go roaming about in Kilkenny
And I’m sure he’ll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny