>
>Musha ringum duram da, Whack! fol de daddy-o, Whack ! fol de daddy-o,
>There's whisky in the jar.
It's just Celtic bebop! Can ya dig?
--Gallagher
> >Whack! fol de daddy-o,
Oh, ye beat-generation jazz musicians, strike a blow for lighter
breakfasts!
> >Whack! fol de daddy-o,
Die! imbecilic sire-null!
> >There's whisky in the jar.
Alchohol is useful for removing dried protein deposits from
dinnerware!
Remember: Toora loora loora. (The bus has two bathrooms.)
Don
--Newsman
Here's to keeping "traditional" Celtic music alive before it gets run over by a "rock."
I just like to hear the full version with ALL the verses in the
correct order, rather than the usual abridged versions which seem to
lose the story along the way. Sorry all you Thin Lizzy fans...I mean
that I don't like that version (the lyrics that is).
Er...danger of going off-topic here, but you're remembering the only US
number 1 for Manfred Mann, back in '64 I think, remarkably titled "Do
Wah Diddy Diddy". Manfred and the boys had loads of hits here in the UK,
but I thought they were never the same after Paul Jones left. ISTR that
Manfred didn't write the song - Berry/Greenwich, I think.
A bit tenuous - but Paul Jones and Tom McGuinness probably qualify the
MMs as very early "Celtic Rock" ?
Best wishes
Alan Stevens
Ain't that the sad truth? It's the title song of the CD I mentioned
in another post. Spailpin cuts out the verse in which "Jenny
drew me charges and filled them up with water...". It wasn't until I
heard the entire version, done by the Clancy Bros., that I knew just what
the heck the following verse meant when they sang "Couldn't shoot the water so
a prisoner I was taken". Water? For the longest time I thought is was
some obscure Irish metaphor...
Chris "><HAVOC><" Cunningham
Civil/Environmental Engineering
West Virginia University
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>Who cares.....
>
>I just like to hear the full version with ALL the verses in the
>correct order, rather than the usual abridged versions which seem to
>lose the story along the way. Sorry all you Thin Lizzy fans...I mean
>that I don't like that version (the lyrics that is).
Alright, here's the version I sing.
Once again, I've taken liberties with the traditional lyrics and done
a bit of a rewrite, but the story's pretty much the same.
Just keeping up the old tradition of altering folk songs and passing
them on.
Rick Deevey
Whisky in the Jar
As I was going over the far-famed Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money, he was countin'
well, I first produced my pistol, then rattled forth my saber
sayin', "Stand and deliver, for I am the Bold Deceiver!"
Musha rig rumma du rumma da
Whack fol the daddy-oh
Whack fol the daddy-oh
There's whisky in the jar
Well, he counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I took the booty home with me and gave it to my Jenny
She kissed me and she swore that she never would deceive me
But, while I was a sleepin', of my blade she did relieve me
Musha rig...
It was early in the morning I awoke to Jenny's favour
The guards were standin' `round me, and me without my saber
Well, I flew to my pistol, but alas, I was mistaken
For Jenny's wet the powder and it's a pris'ner I am taken
Musha rig...
Well, they hauled me off to gaol, without no judge nor lawyer
And the arm of Captain Farrell around Jenny, my destroyer
But they didn't tie my fists, so I knocked the sentry down
And I bid a fond farewell to the gaol in Slaigo Town
Musha rig...
Now, I think I'll find my brother: the one that's in the army
I don't know where he's station'd; Is it Cork or in Killarney?
Together we'll go rovin' through the mountains of Kilkenny
And I know he'll treat me fairer than my darlin' whorin' Jenny
Musha rig...
There's some who take delight in fishin' and in bowlin'
While others take delight in their carraiges a-rollin'
But me, I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courtin' pretty girls in the mornin' so early
Musha rig...
Rick Deevey
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"Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?" Alice said, trying to feel interested.
"No, you don't understand," the Knight said, looking a little vexed.
"That's what the name is called".
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> Hi folks,
> what does it mean, the chorus of Whiskey In The Jar by the
> Dubliners/Thin Lizzy ...
>
>Just curious, but wasn't it the Dubliners and the Pogues? If you haven't
heard this version, you haven't lived.(Well, that's a little extreme, but
it really is a great version)
Pete
>Best wishes
>Alan Stevens
Actually, it was meant as a sort of joke. I wasn't trying to be serious
and was trying to point out that nonsense lyrics don't have to mean
anything.
"And there she was, just a walking down the street a singin' doo wa diddy
diddy dum diddy doo." Get it? :)