There are two kinds of people when it comes to singing songs you only kind of know the words to. Those who stop, and those who persevere.
Below are the lyrics to the old Irish song, “Whiskey In The Jar,” as sung by me yesterday, in proper, Irish stubborn refusal to give up.
Here’s the original song, for reference and/or musical accompaniment:
As I was going over the purple Kerry mountains, I saw captain Farrell, and his money he was countin’ I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier I said, “Stand and deliver!” and then I shot him with both barrels. I wonder what the point was, of sayin’ “stand and deliver” If I was just going to shoot him anyway. I suppose that’s neither here nor there now. And what kind of pistol has two barrels anyway? I said hakuna matata ofay. Whack for the daddy-o, whack for the daddy-o, there’s whiskey in the jar-o. I took all of his money, and I brought it home to Bridget. Or maybe her name is Molly. Could be Jenny maybe? Because that does rhyme more with “money” I might just be thinkin’ of that joke about Irish foreplay. She swore that she loved me, and never would she leave me But the devil take that woman! For you know she tricked me easy. Feelin’ drunk and weary, I went to Molly’s chamber. And, yeah, okay, it’s definitely Molly not Bridget. For about six or maybe seven, in walked captain Farrell Even though I thought I shot him, so how’s that work? Maybe there’s two captain Farrell’s? But that seems pretty unlikely. Probably I didn’t shoot him before, but now I definitely will. I said oompa loompa loofah. Whack for the daddy-o, whack for the daddy-o, there’s whiskey in the jar-o. Some men like the fishin’, some men like the fowlin’. Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin’. Me, I like sleepin’. Especially in Molly’s chambers. But here I am in prison! And there’s definitely one more line, yeah! I said-a honky tonk beyoncé. Whack for the daddy-o, whack for the daddy-o, there’s whiskey in the jar-no wait the last line is something about a ball and chain!