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Här kommer iaf texten till Whiskey In The Jar:
As I was goin' over
The Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And the money he was countin
I first produced my pistol
I then produced my rapier
I said: "Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take ya"
Yeah musha a rain duma do duma da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres 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 home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me
No never would she leave me
But the devil take that women
For you know she tricked me easy
Yeah musha a rain duma do duma da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o
Bein' drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' Molly with me
But I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah
In walked Captain Farrell
I showed off both pistols
And I shot him with both barrels
Yeah musha a rain duma do duma da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like a fishin'
Some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear
To hear the cannonballs 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 a rain duma do duma da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o
Här kommer iaf texten till Whiskey In The Jar:
As I was goin' over
The Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And the money he was countin
I first produced my pistol
I then produced my rapier
I said: "Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take ya"
Yeah musha a rain duma do duma da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres 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 home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me
No never would she leave me
But the devil take that women
For you know she tricked me easy
Yeah musha a rain duma do duma da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o
Bein' drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' Molly with me
But I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah
In walked Captain Farrell
I showed off both pistols
And I shot him with both barrels
Yeah musha a rain duma do duma da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like a fishin'
Some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear
To hear the cannonballs 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 a rain duma do duma da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o
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