Peter, Paul and Mary

Peter, Paul and Mary - Gilgarra Mountain songtekst

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As I was a going over Gilgarra Mountain
I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was counting
First I drew me pistols, and then I drew me rapier, saying
"Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver"

Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy, oh
Whack fol the daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put in me pocket to take home to darling Jenny
She smiled and swore she loved me
And never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy

Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy, oh
Whack fol the daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar

I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
To dream of gold and girls and ofcourse it was no wonder
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water
Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter

Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy, oh
Whack fol the daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar

Next morning early before I rose to travel
A' came a band o' footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell
I goes to draw me pistol but she'd stole away me rapier
But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water

Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy, oh
Whack fol the daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar

They put me into jail with the judge all a-writing
For robbing Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down
And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town

Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy, oh
Whack fol the daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar

I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army
I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killarney
Together we'd go roaming over the mountains of Kilkenny
And I swear he'd treat me fairer than me  sporting Jenny

Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy, oh
Whack fol the daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar

There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling
And some takes delight in the hurley or the bolling
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley
Courting pretty maids in the morning, oh so early

Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy, oh
Whack fol the daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Peter Yarrow

Componist: Peter Yarrow

Publisher: Warner Bros

Details:

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: A Song Will Rise (1965)

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