Edited on Sun May-23-04 09:29 AM by ET Awful
That's a VERY old Irish song, as in a couple of centuries.
I learned it like this:
As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra mountains I met Colonel Pepper and his money he was counting I drew forth my pistol and I rattled my sabre Saying "stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver"
Chorus Musha ringum duram da Whack fol de daddy-o Whack fol de daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar
The shining yellow coins did sure look bright and jolly I took the money home and I gave it to my Molly She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me But the devil's in the women for they never can be easy
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When I awoke between the hours of six and seven Guards were standing 'round me in numbers odd and even I flew to my pistols, but alas I was mistaken I fired off my pistols and a prisoner was taken
chorus
They put me in jail without a judge or jury For robbing Colonel Pepper in the morning so early They didn't take my fist so I knocked down the sentry And I bid a long farewell to that cold penitentiary
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Some take delight in fishing and bowling Others take delight in carriage a-rollin' I take delight in the juice of the barley Courting pretty women in the morning so early
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