Из альбома: Bretonne
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 then produced my rapier
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Johnny
He said and he swore, that he never would deceive me
But the devil take the men, for they never can be easy
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
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 Johnny took my charges and he filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel
I first produced my pistol, for he stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Johnny
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting handsome lovers in the morning bright and early
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar.
(Merci à Ludivine pour cettes paroles)