Firkin - Whisky In The Jar (Irish Celtic Music Live @ Lviv Weather vanes 2015)
Channel: Folk Rock Video
Date: 2015-05-03

Telegram FolkRockVideo https://t.me/folkrvideo Folk-rock band @firkinband  - "Whiskey In The Jar" at the ethno-jazz festival "Lviv Weather vanes 2015" 02.05.2015 
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Folk-rock band "Firkin" at the Ethno-Jazz Festival "Weather vanes of Lviv 2015" 
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The combination of Celtic culture and directness Hungarian, Irish legends near the Hungarian charisma two poles between which - several civilizations. That's what the «FIRKIN».

BARNA / Barna Marthy / - lead vocals
BAZSI / Balazs Karpati / - guitar
ESE / Robert Juhasz / - drums, vocals
LILI / Lili Virag / - violin
PJ / Janos Peter / - flute, whistle, redpipes
SHUTI / Peter Szuna / - bass

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Lyrics: Firkin - Whisky In The Jar 

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and 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, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she’d love me, no, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber
Taking money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey
Yo-ooh, whiskey
Yo-ooh, yeah, ooh
Yo-oo-ooh, yeah
Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring
Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da