Whisky in the Jar…lyrics

Trying to find a song that has to do with whisky, i remembered a famous rock song, which used to be one of my favorite , back in the “Summer of ’69″…. i mean …’89… when i was a teenager!
“Whisky in the Jar” is probably the most famous Irish traditional song, and is the story about a highwayman – ‘a man who robs travelers on the road’ – who is betrayed by his wife (or his lover). This song has been recorder by many groups such as The Dubliners, The Pogues, Peter, Paul and Mary, The Seekers, The Highwaymen, Roger Whittaker, the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem, The Irish Rovers, the Poxy Boggards,Seven Nations, The Limeliters, King Creosote, Flogging Molly, Fat Man Squeeze and the Brobdingnagian Bards.
The most famous recordings of this song are 2 rock adaptations,the first one by the Irish rock Band “Thin Lizzy” (1972) and of course by “Metallica” back in 1998, when they won a Grammy Award for this performance.


Live performances of this Song (youtube) : Thin Lizzy , Metallica

For those who have the guts to sing this song…we are posting the lyrics! Enjoy!

Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over, The Kilmagenny mountain
I met with Captain Farrell, And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, and then I drew my sabre
Saying stand and deliver, For I am the bold deceiver

With me ring dum a doodle um dah
Whack for the daddy o
Whack for the daddy o
Theres whiskey in the jar

He counted out his money, And it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket, And I gave it to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore, That she never would betray me
But the devil take the women, For they never can be easy

I went into my chamber, All for to take a slumber
I dream’t of gold and jewels, And for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges, And she filled them up with water
And she sent for Captain Farrell, To be ready for the slaughter

And twas early in the morning, Before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footman, And likewise Captain Farrell
I then produced my pistol, For she had stole my sabre
But I couldn’t shoot the water, So a prisoner I was taken

And if anyone can aid me, Its my brother in the army
If I could learn his station, In Cork or Killarney
And if he’d come and join me, We’d go roving in Kilkenny
I’ll engage he’ll treat me fairer, Than my darling sporting Jenny

And finally for all the guitar players out there…we are posting the song’s guitar chords!



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