Track name: WHISKEY IN THE JAR A
Trackcode: SAS014229
Composer: DP, John Gregory Knowles (Arr.), Timothy Murton Laight (Arr.), Paul Martin Pritchard (Arr.), Graham Donald Harry Preskett (Arr.), James Camillus Rattigan (Arr.), Martin Rands (Arr.)
アーティスト: John Gregory Knowles, Timothy Murton Laight, Paul Pritchard, Graham Preskett, James Rattigan
EAN/GTIN: 4020771182428
ISRC: DE-B63-18-24229
Album name: FOLK SONGS OF THE BRITISH ISLES
Catalogue number: SAS0142
Label: Sonoton Authentic Series - SAS
LC number: 07573
Famous traditional male vocal Irish tune originally hailing from Scotland is given a lively country treatment. Uptempo 2/2 march rhythm. About a highwayman who is betrayed by his scheming lover but escapes jail to freedom, girls and whiskey. 126 bpm (Cmaj)
Arranged by John Gregory Knowles, Timothy Murton Laight, Paul Pritchard, Graham Preskett, James Rattigan & Martin Rands. Produced by John Gregory Knowles. Recorded at AIRPLAY TV, Thames Ditton, Surrey, UK. Sound engineers: Paul Golding, Paul Pritchard & Matthew Moore.
Performed by John Gregory Knowles (drums), Tim Murton Laight (lead vocals, strumming banjo), Paul Pritchard (bass, French horn, backing vocals), James Rattigan (accordion, French horn) and Graham Preskett (violin, vocals).
Mastered by Wolfgang Meyscheider at digital music & media, Traunwalchen, Germany.
Artwork: Sahar Aharoni
Mush a ring um a dur um a dah
Whack fol me daddy-oh, whack fol me daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for you are a bold deceiver
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket for to give it to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore she never would betray me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
As I lay me down for to take a little slumber
Jenny eyed me money and it filled her eyes with wonder
And so she took me pistols she filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
When I awoke 'twixt the hours of six and seven
Guards stood around me in numbers odd and even
I reached for me pistols alas I was mistaken
She'd filled them up with water so a prisoner I was taken
They threw me into jail without judgement or writing
For robbing Captain Farrell upon the Kerry mountains
But they didn't take me fists I knocked the sentry down
And then I left the jail that was in Killarney town
If anyone can aid me 'tis me brother in the army
But I don't know where he's stationed be it Cork or in Killarney
If ever I can find him we'll go rovin' in Killkenny
And I vow he'll treat me better than me darlin' sportin' Jenny
Now some take delight in their sportin' or their bowlin'
And others take delight in their carriages a'rollin'
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty lasses in the morning bright and early