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Whiskey in the Jar
"Whiskey in the Jar" is a famous Irish traditional
song about a highwayman (usually in the
Lillebjørn Nilsen adapted it to Norwegian, as "Svikefulle Mari", ca. 1970. Finnish band Eläkeläiset recorded a Humppa version called Humppamaratooni. In 2007 Lars Lilholt Band made a Danish version, called "Gi' mig whiskey in the jar".
History
The song's exact origins are unknown. Judging from the mention of a rapier it is likely that the lyrics date back to at least the late eighteenth century. In at least one version, the rapier is replaced with a sabre; the reference to the rapier could have originally referred to a rapaire ("half-pike" in Irish) and the highwayman could have been a rapparee - Irish irregular soldiers and bandits of the 17th and 18th centuries.
In his book The Folk Songs of North America, noted folk
music historian Alan Lomax suggests that the song
originated in the 17th century. As evidence for this, Lomax
cites the similarities between "Whiskey in the Jar" and John Gay's
The Beggar's Opera, which dates to 1728. Lomax
confidently suggests "Whiskey in the Jar" inspired "Beggar's
Opera," meaning that by 1728, "Whiskey in the Jar" would have
been widely distributed throughout the Celtic world. In regard to the history
of the song, Lomax states, "The folk of
seventeenth century
At some point, the song came to the
Story
"Whiskey in the Jar" is the tale of a highwayman
who, after robbing a corrupt military or government official ("for I am a
bold deceiver"), is betrayed by a woman named Jenny or Ginny; whether she
is his wife or sweetheart is not made clear. Various versions of the song take
place in Kerry, Kilmagenny,
Whiskey in the Jar
"Whiskey in the Jar" is a famous Irish traditional
song about a highwayman (usually in the
Like most Irish drinking songs, "Whiskey in the Jar" has no single standard set of lyrics.
[edit] Version 1
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 I then produced my rapier
Said stand and deliver, for he were a bold deceiver
(Chorus)
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Weeped for my daddy 'ol
Weeped for my daddy 'ol
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
(Chorus)
I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
(Chorus)
It was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a pack of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
(Chorus)
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving
And others take delight in the hurley and the bowling
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
(Chorus)
If anyone can aid me, tis my brother in the army
If I can find his station, in
And if he'll go with me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny
And I sure he'd treat me better than my own lass sporting Jenny
(Chorus)
Another version
I have been a rover I have been a bold deceiver
Chose to earn my living with my pistols and my rapier
I don't know what I've stolen
But would make a pretty penny
I lost it all to my darling sporting Jenny
I robbed Col. Farrell up on Killgara Mounatain
I took the gold to Jenny just to help me with the countin'
But Jenny called the guards
Lord I never saw so many
I almost lost my freedom and me darling sporting Jenny
I'd like to find me brother he's the one that's in the army
Don't know where he's stationed
Be it
Together we'd go roving o'er the mountains of Killkenny
Swear he'd treat me fairer than me darling sportin' Jenny
'Twas early in the morning at the barracks of Killarney
My brother took his leave
But he didn't ask the army
Our horses they were speeding,
'tis all over but the shoutin'
Now we wait for Farrell up on Killgara Mounatain.
Metallica Version
Whiskey In The Jar lyrics
Traditional
As I was going over the
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "stand and deliver or the devil he may take you"
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-do-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
Taking Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring
Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah
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