As I was going 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. Sayin' stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
musha ring dumma do damma da whack for the daddy 'ol whack for the daddy 'ol 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
I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber, I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder. But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water, Then sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.
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'd stolen away me rapier, But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
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 roving in Kilkenny, And I'm sure he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a-rollin', And others take delight in the hurley and the bowlin'. But I take delight in the juice of the barley, And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
i wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane you can have the big city, i wanna be a hillbilly.
city folks got worries, a country boy's got none all i wanna be is the daddy of a farmer's son subdivisions are silly, i wanna be a hillbilly.
i wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane you can have the big city, i wanna be a hillbilly.
when i get finished plowin' i'm gonna go to the pond and take my sweet baby and have some good clean fun you gotta work, that's a pity i'm gonna be a hillbilly.
i wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane you can have the big city, i wanna be a hillbilly. when i die, throw me a big fine wake and have a party in the barn let me lie in state plant me under that oak tree i wanna be a hillbilly
i wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane you can have the big city, i wanna be a hillbilly.
I sat within the valley green I sat me with my true love. My sad heart strove the two between The old love and the new love. The old for her the new That made me think on Ireland dearly. While soft the wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley. T'was hard the woeful words to frame To break the ties that bound us. But harder still to bear the shame of foreign chains around us. And so I said the mountain glen I'll meet at morning early. And I'll join the bold united men While soft winds shook the barley. T'was sad I kissed away her tears My fond arm round her flinging. When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears From out the wild woods ringing. A bullet pierced my true love's side In live's young spring so early. And on my breast in blood she died While soft winds shook the barley. But blood for blood without remorse I've ta'en at oulart hollow. I've lain my true love's clay like corpse Where I full soon must follow. Around her grave I've wandered drear Noon, night, and morning early. With breaking heart when e'er I hear The wind that shakes the barley.
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when l'm dry, If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die.
Rye whisky, rye whisky, Rye whisky, I cry, If you don't give me rye whisky, I surely will die.
I'll tune up my fiddle, And I'll rosin my bow, I'll make myself welcome, Wherever I go.
Beefsteak when I'm hungry, Red liquor when I'm dry, Greenbacks when I'm hard up, And religion when I die.
They say I drink whisky, My money's my own; All them that don't like me, Can leave me alone.
Sometimes I drink whisky, Sometimes I drink rum, Sometimes I drink brandy, At other times none.
But if I get boozy, My whisky's my own, And them that don't like me, Can leave me alone.
Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds, I know you of old, You've robbed my poor pockets Of silver and gold.
Oh, whisky, you villain, You've been my downfall, You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, But I love you for all.
If the ocean was whisky, And I was a duck, I'd dive to the bottom To get one sweet suck.
But the ocean ain't whisky And I ain't a duck, So we'll round up the cattle And then we'll get drunk.
My foot's in my stirrup, My bridle's in my hand, l'm leaving sweet Lillie, The fairest in the land. Her parents don't like me, They say l'm too poor; They say I'm unworthy To enter her door.
Sweet milk when l'm hungry, Rye whisky when l'm dry, If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die.
I'll buy my own whisky, I'll make my own stew, If I get drunk, madam, It's nothing to you.
I'll drink my own whisky, I'll drink my own wine, Some ten thousand bottles I've killed in my time.
I've no wife to quarrel No babies to bawl; The best way of living Is no wife at all.
Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone, l'm as drunk as the devil, Oh, let me alone.
You may boast of your knowledge An' brag of your sense, 'Twill all be forgotten A hundred years hence.
In my little log cabin, Ever since I been born, Dere ain't been no nothin' 'Cept dat hard salt, parched corn.
But I know whar's a henhouse, De turkey he charve; An, if ol' Massa don' kill me I cain't never starve.
Rye whisky, rye whisky, You're no friend to me; You killed my poor daddy, Goddamn you, try me.
Be My Guest I - Haris "Dizzy" Agic, No5
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Whiskey in the Jar
As I was going 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.
Sayin' stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
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
I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.
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'd stolen away me rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
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 roving in Kilkenny,
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a-rollin',
And others take delight in the hurley and the bowlin'.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
Irish folksong
I Wanna Be a Hillbilly
i wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain
drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
you can have the big city, i wanna be a hillbilly.
city folks got worries,
a country boy's got none
all i wanna be is the daddy of a farmer's son
subdivisions are silly, i wanna be a hillbilly.
i wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain
drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
you can have the big city, i wanna be a hillbilly.
when i get finished plowin'
i'm gonna go to the pond
and take my sweet baby
and have some good clean fun
you gotta work, that's a pity
i'm gonna be a hillbilly.
i wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain
drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
you can have the big city, i wanna be a hillbilly.
when i die, throw me a big fine wake
and have a party in the barn
let me lie in state
plant me under that oak tree
i wanna be a hillbilly
i wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain
drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
you can have the big city, i wanna be a hillbilly.
subdivisions are silly
i wanna be a hillbilly.
Billy Currington
Doin’ Somethin’ Right
The Wind that Shakes the Barley
I sat within the valley green
I sat me with my true love.
My sad heart strove the two between
The old love and the new love.
The old for her the new
That made me think on Ireland dearly.
While soft the wind blew down the glade
and shook the golden barley.
T'was hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us.
But harder still to bear the shame
of foreign chains around us.
And so I said the mountain glen
I'll meet at morning early.
And I'll join the bold united men
While soft winds shook the barley.
T'was sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arm round her flinging.
When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
From out the wild woods ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In live's young spring so early.
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley.
But blood for blood without remorse
I've ta'en at oulart hollow.
I've lain my true love's clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow.
Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley.
Robert Dwyer Joyce
(1836-1883)
Rye Whiskey
I'll eat when I'm hungry,
I'll drink when l'm dry,
If the hard times don't kill me,
I'll lay down and die.
Rye whisky, rye whisky,
Rye whisky, I cry,
If you don't give me rye whisky,
I surely will die.
I'll tune up my fiddle,
And I'll rosin my bow,
I'll make myself welcome,
Wherever I go.
Beefsteak when I'm hungry,
Red liquor when I'm dry,
Greenbacks when I'm hard up,
And religion when I die.
They say I drink whisky,
My money's my own;
All them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.
Sometimes I drink whisky,
Sometimes I drink rum,
Sometimes I drink brandy,
At other times none.
But if I get boozy,
My whisky's my own,
And them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.
Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds,
I know you of old,
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and gold.
Oh, whisky, you villain,
You've been my downfall,
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me,
But I love you for all.
If the ocean was whisky,
And I was a duck,
I'd dive to the bottom
To get one sweet suck.
But the ocean ain't whisky
And I ain't a duck,
So we'll round up the cattle
And then we'll get drunk.
My foot's in my stirrup,
My bridle's in my hand,
l'm leaving sweet Lillie,
The fairest in the land.
Her parents don't like me,
They say l'm too poor;
They say I'm unworthy
To enter her door.
Sweet milk when l'm hungry,
Rye whisky when l'm dry,
If a tree don't fall on me,
I'll live till I die.
I'll buy my own whisky,
I'll make my own stew,
If I get drunk, madam,
It's nothing to you.
I'll drink my own whisky,
I'll drink my own wine,
Some ten thousand bottles
I've killed in my time.
I've no wife to quarrel
No babies to bawl;
The best way of living
Is no wife at all.
Way up on Clinch Mountain
I wander alone,
l'm as drunk as the devil,
Oh, let me alone.
You may boast of your knowledge
An' brag of your sense,
'Twill all be forgotten
A hundred years hence.
In my little log cabin,
Ever since I been born,
Dere ain't been no nothin'
'Cept dat hard salt, parched corn.
But I know whar's a henhouse,
De turkey he charve;
An, if ol' Massa don' kill me
I cain't never starve.
Rye whisky, rye whisky,
You're no friend to me;
You killed my poor daddy,
Goddamn you, try me.
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
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