[Verse 1] As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take you I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she would love me, no never would she leave me But
The Dubliners - Whiskey In The Jar onbekend toegevoegd door -kabouter- songtekst Whiskey In The Jar Dubliners : 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 my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver Chorus: Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall 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 took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take the women for they never can be easy (Chorus) I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter (Chorus) And 't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken (Chorus) And if anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenney And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny (Chorus) There's some take delight in the carriages a rolling and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling but I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early (Chorus) heeft toestemming van Stichting FEMU om deze songtekst te tonen. De songteksten mogen niet anders dan voor privedoeleinden gebruikt worden, iedere andere verspreiding van de songteksten is niet toegestaan. I struggle to think of any bad covers or even mediocre songs on the album. Whiskey in the Jar (-o) is no exception, that cover slaps hard and is a great song to slide into the mixtape at the party, especially if there’s drinking alcohol at the party. 1. Whiskey In The Jar: Oversettelser og tekster - Grateful DeadOversettelsen av Whiskey In The Jar - Grateful Dead på Spansk og originaltekst av sangenNedenfor finner du tekster , musikkvideo og oversettelse av Whiskey In The Jar - Grateful Dead på forskjellige språk. Musikkvideoen med sangens lydspor starter automatisk nederst til høyre. For å forbedre oversettelsen kan du følge denne lenken eller trykke på den blå knappen nederst. Andre album av Grateful Dead Lyd og Video av Whiskey In The Jar by Grateful Dead Tekster av Whiskey In The Jar by Grateful DeadMerk: materialet finnes IKKE på serveren vår. Følgende tabell foreslår en oppdatert liste over direkte lenker til sider på nettsteder som inneholder teksten og i noen tilfeller oversettelse av Whiskey In The "Whiskey In The Jar" ble skrevet av Traditional. Støtt forfatterne og merkelappene bak opprettelsen ved å kjøpe den hvis du vil.
There′s whiskey in the jar If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney And if he′ll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny And I′m sure he′ll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey
Home » Artiesten » T » The Dubliners » Whiskey in the Jar The dubliners - Whiskey in the jar Overige artiesten: The pogues 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 my pistol and I then p... Writers: Jeremy Max Finer , James Thirkhill Fearnley , Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan , Andrew David Ranken , Peter Spider Stacey , DARRYL GATWICK HUNT , PHILIP CHEVRON , TERRY WOODS Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC , BMG Rights Management , Warner Chappell Music , Inc. Lyrics licensed by LyricFind
Un golpe para mi papi-o. Whack for my daddy-o. Un golpe para mi papi-o. There's whiskey in the jar-o. Hay whisky en la jarra-o. Being drunk and weary I went to Molly′s chamber. Being drunk and weary I went to Molly′s chamber. Taking Molly with me, but I never knew the danger.
Lillebjørn Nilsen -Svikefulle Mari Jeg gikk meg opp på fjellet. Men der kom jeg ikke lenger, for der satt lensmann Hansen og han telte sine penger. Han så ikke meg, så jeg sneik meg fram så stille. Og så tok jeg fram pistolen og sa: «Penga eller livet!» - Mush a ring am duram da! Whack fol the daddy – o! Whack fol the daddy – o! There's whisky in the jar-* Sølvet det var blankt og det var så godt å ta i! Jeg tok det med meg hjem for å gi det til min Mari. Hun lovte og hun svor at hun alltid ville ha meg. Men fanden lå på lur! Så hun skulle snart bedra meg ... -Musha ... Og tidlig dagen etter da jeg ville opp på beina, da ventet tre begenter, - men jeg var ikke sein da! Jeg ville tatt pistolen - men akk for skam og skjensel! - Mari hadde tatt den så det ble arrest og fengsel. Musha ... Og gjennom gluggen så jeg Mari i den nye kjolen. Hun lo da hun red bort. Og hun vifta med pistolen. Pistolen den var vekk. Men jeg hadde ennå neven. så jeg tok farvel med vakta å jeg ga ham et slag på kjeven ... Musha ... Jeg skulle likt å treffe bror' min, han som lagde den gode vinen. Jeg vet ikke hvor han er, men han tjener i marinen. Sammen skal vi dra, og sammen skal vi synge. Vi kan leve her på fjellet. Vi kan sove her i lynget. -Musha ...
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[Chorus]Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a daWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jar[Verse 5]Now there's some take delight in the carriages a-rollin'And others take delight in the hurling and the bowlingBut I take delight in the juice of the barleyAnd courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early[Chorus]Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a daWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jar[Verse 6]If anyone can aid me 'tis me brother in the armyIf I can find his station in Cork or in KillarneyAnd if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' in KilkennyAnd I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny[Chorus]Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a daWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jarMush-a ring dum-a do dum-a daWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jarHow to Format Lyrics:Type out all lyrics, even if it’s a chorus that’s repeated throughout the songThe Section Header button breaks up song sections. Highlight the text then click the linkUse Bold and Italics only to distinguish between different singers in the same “Verse 1: Kanye West, Jay-Z, Both”Capitalize each lineTo move an annotation to different lyrics in the song, use the [...] menu to switch to referent editing modeAboutThis is one of the best known Irish folk songs, and it dates to the 17th century. It’s a story of a highwayman (a bandit) and his not so faithful lover. The song came to colonial America and became popular as a way of disrespecting British officials. Many like this traditional version and its traditional lyrics, but many others prefer the rock version by Thin Lizzy. Give that version a listen as well. Give a proper Irish toast with this song: We all have good reasons for drinking. And this one just entered my head. If a man can’t drink when he’s living, how the hell can he drink when he’s dead?"Ask us a question about this song
Provided to YouTube by Parlophone UKWhisky in the Jar · The SeekersThe Best of the Seekers℗ 1964 Parlophone Records Ltd, a Warner Music Group CompanyVocals:
Kiedy szedłem przez góry Cork i Kerry Zobaczyłem Kapitana Farrella liczącego swoje pieniądze Zrobiłem najpierw pistolet, a potem rapier Krzyknąłem: "Wyskakuj z kasy albo poślę Cię do diabła! " Zabrałem mu całą kasę, a było tego trochę Zabrałem całą kasę i przyniosłem do domu, do Molly Przysięgała że mnie kocha, że nigdy mnie nie opuści, Ale niech diabli wezmą tę kobietę, bo łatwo mnie oszukała! … Wypij za mojego starego Wypij za mojego starego, Whiskey w słoiku. Pijany i zmęczony, poszedłem do komnaty Molly Pieniądze miałem ze sobą, nie zdawałem sobie sprawy z zagrożenia O szóstej, może siódmej, wszedł Kapitan Farrell Zerwałem się, wystrzeliłem z pistoletów i wymierzyłem w niego obiema lufami. … Wypij za mojego starego Wypij za mojego starego, Whiskey w słoiku. Wiecie, niektórzy lubią łowić ryby, inni polować na ptaki, A jeszcze inni lubią słuchać ryku armat, A ja lubię spać, szczególnie u mojej Molly, Ale teraz siedzę w pudle, z kulą na łańcuchu u nogi. … Wypij za mojego starego Wypij za mojego starego, Jest Whiskey w słoiku Whiskey w słoiku. … Wyślij Niestety coś poszło nie tak, spróbuj później. Treść poprawki musi być wypełniona. Dziękujemy za wysłanie poprawki.
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