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Whiskey In The Jar
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Traditional Irish song dating back to the 1600's.
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Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
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#1,614 today Peak #67
#437 in subgenre Peak #21
Author
Traditional
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2017 Willy Minnix
Uploaded
March 15, 2017
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MP3 3.9 MB • 160 kbps • 3:24
Story behind the song
This song dates back to the 1600's and tells part of the tale of a highwayman named Patrick Flemming. It was popular in Colonial America, and was revived in the folk revival of the 1960's. There is much debate on what the lyrics, Musha ring da ba do da ba da mean. Some people claim that it is a poor rendering of the phrase "Whiskey has made a fool of me," in Gaelic. Coupled with the idea the Whack fol la daddy-o possibly means something akin to "treasure or booty for the daddy-o" as whack was an archaic term for treasure or plunder, one gets the idea that the highwayman stole some whiskey and was caught because he was hung over.
Lyrics
As I was goin' over The Cork and Kerry Mountains I met with Captain Farrell And his money, he was countin' I first produced my pistol And then produced my rapier I said, "Stand and deliver for I am a bold deceiver" I counted out his money And it made a pretty penny I put it in me pocket Yeah, and I took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore That she never would deceive me But the devil take that woman, For they never can be easy Musha ring dum a doo, dum a da Whack for my daddy, oh Whack for my daddy, oh There's whiskey in the jar I went into me chamber All for to take me slumber I dreamed of gold and jewels And for sure it twas no wonder But Jenny took me charges and She filled them up with water Then she sent for Captain Farrell To be ready for the slaughter Twas early in the morning As I rose to travel Up steps a band of footmen And likewise Captain Farrell I first produced me pistol For she'd stolen away me rapier But I couldn't shoot the water So a prisoner I was taken Musha ring dum a doo, dum a da Whack for my daddy, oh Whack for my daddy, oh There's whiskey in the jar Now if anyone can aid me It's me brother in the Army And if I can find his station down in Cork or in Kilarney And together we'll go roaming Through the broad hills of Kilkenny And I'm sure he'll treat me better Than me darlin' sportin' Jenny Now some men take delight In the harlot or the bowline Whilst others take delight in the Gambling and the smokin But I take delight in the Juice of the barley And courtin' pretty fair maids In the morning bright and early Musha ring da ba do da ba da Whack fol la daddy-o Whack fol la daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar
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