Irish Rovers - Whisky In The Jar - Текст песни

G Em
As I was going over, Gilgara Mountain, 
C G
I spied colonel Farrel, and his money he was counting.
Em
At first I drew my pistol, and then I drew my rapier,
C G
saying: "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold deciver"
D7 *
Musha Ringum Durum Da 
G **
Whack Fol the Daddy 'o
Em C
Whack Fol the Daddy 'o
G D7 G
there's whiskey in the jar
G Em
He counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny,
C 
I put it in my pocket,
G
to take home to darling Jenny,

She sighed and swore she loved me, 
Em 
and never would decieve me,
C
but the Devil take the women,
G
for they always lie so easy

Chorus


And next morning early, 
Em
before I rose for travel,
C
a-came a band of footmen,
G
and likewise Colonel Farrel,

I goes to draw my pistol, 
Em
for she had stolen away my rapier,
C
but a prisoner I was taken, 
G
I couldn't shoot the water

Chorus







They put into jail, 
Em
with a judge all a writtin'.
C
Robbin' Colonel Farrel, 
G
on Gilgara Mountain.

But they didn't take me fists, 
Em ***
and I knocked the jailer down,
C
and bid a farewell
G
to this tight fisted town

Chorus


There's some takes delight,
Em
in the carriages and rollin'.
C
Some takes delight
G
in the Hurley or the Bollin'

But I takes delight, 
Em
in the juice of the barley,
C
Courtin' pretty maids
G
in the mornin', oh so early.

Chorus (Play the last two lines fast)