Metallica - Whiskey in a Jar (шотландская народная) | Текст песни

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As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell, and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol; I 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, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me, never would she leave me
For the devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me easy

Mosh-a-da rain dum-a-do dum-a-da
Whack fo' my daddy-o
Whack fo' my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Bein' drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me, and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels

Mosh-a-da rain dum-a-do dum-a-da
Whack fo' my daddy-o
Whack fo' my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Now some men like a-fishin', and some men like a-fowlin'(?)
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'
But me, I like sleepin', 'specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Mosh-a-da rain dum-a-do dum-a-da
Whack fo' my daddy-o
Whack fo' my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Mosh-a rain dum-a-do dum-a-da(4x)