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Whiskey In The Jar
03:20
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As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for I am your bold deceiver
Mush-a ring-a-ma-doo dumb-a da
Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o
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 brought it home to Jenny
She sought and she said that she never would deceive me
But the devil take that woman for she never could be easy
Mush-a ring-a-ma-doo dumb-a da
Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I went unto my chamber, for to have a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
That Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
And sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
Mush-a ring-a-ma-doo dumb-a da
Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
'Twas early in the morning, as I rose to travel
Around me stood some footmen and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she'd stolen away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
Mush-a ring-a-ma-doo dumb-a da
Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
If anyone can aid me 'tis my brother in the army
A boy can find him stationed down in Cork or in Killarney
If he'll come and save me, we'll go rovin' through Kilkenney
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than me Darlin' Sportin' Jenny
Mush-a ring-a-ma-doo dumb-a da
Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
Now some men take delight in their carriages a rollin'
Some men take delight in the rollin' and the smokin'
I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
Mush-a ring-a-ma-doo dumb-a da
Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
Mush-a ring-a-ma-doo dumb-a da
Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
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2. |
Prelude in Thyme
02:49
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3. |
Irish Rover
03:04
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In the Year of our Lord Eighteen Hundred and Six
We set sail from the cold quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
Shes an elegant craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft
Lord how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty-three masts, and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of bone
We had three million bales of old nanny goats tails
We had for million barrels of stone
We had five million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides
Of old blind horses hides
In the hold of The Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And our ship lost its way in the fog
And the lives of the crew
Were reduced down to two
Twas meself and the captain’s old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock
Lord what a shock, we nearly tumbled over.
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned.
I’m the last of The Irish Rover
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4. |
Up The Hill
02:17
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5. |
Moon Over Idy
01:30
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Moon over Idy bring my love to me tonight
Get her to Pine Cove underneath your silvery light
We met at Village Market, she was wearing a dark dress
We hopped into my Subaru and pledged our love that night.
Moon over Idy won’t you bring my love to me
Light up the highway and guide her little Jeep
Up through the streets of Anza
And where they filmed ‘Bonanza’
Moon over Idy tonight.
Moon over Idy shine on State 243
And bring her back from Hemet to our home amongst the trees
The hippies are all out dancin’
We’re home romancing’
Cozy in the cabin cause the snow is just to deep.
Moon over idy where the manzanitas grow
And all the freakin tourists won’t stop playing in the snow
We got a hot date
So don’t lose her on Tollgate
Moon Over Idy tonight, I said tonight
Moon over Idy
Moon over Idy
Moon over Idy tonight
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6. |
Gage Farms
01:30
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7. |
John Ryan's Polka
02:12
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8. |
Humours of Whiskey
01:06
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Come guess me this riddle: what beats pipes and fiddle?
What's hotter than mustard and wilder than cream?
What’ll best wet your whistle? What's clearer than crystal?
What's sweeter than honey and stronger than steam?
What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk?
What’s The elixir of life and philospher's stone
And what helped Mr. Brunel to dig the Thames Tunnel?
Wasn't it Whiskey from ould Inishowen?
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For drowning your sorrows and raising your joys
And boys it’s the right thing for courtin’ and fighting’
There’s none so exciting as whiskey me boys
So stick to the cratur’ the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
And lord, it's no wonder, that lightning and thunder
Was made from the plunder of whiskey me boys
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9. |
Drunken Sailor
04:20
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10. |
Parting Glass
02:10
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Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now, I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
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Sam Kesler Idyllwild Pine Cove, California
Sam Kesler is a full-time traveling musician and performer, appearing at Renaissance faires, Celtic festivals, and music venues all across the country. While much of his focus is on Irish folk and traditional tunes, he is also an accomplished classical and finger-style ukulele player, and is proudly sponsored by Enya Ukulele. His new album “The Toasted Clover” will be available January 2023. ... more
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