Posted on 06/15/2021 4:49:23 AM PDT by mylife
A river of whiskey flowing freely through the Irish streets. There's just one problem - the whole thing is on fire.
"The Dublin Whiskey Fire took place on the 18th of June, 1875 in the Liberties area of Dublin City. It lasted a single night but killed 13 people, and resulted in €6 million worth of damage in whiskey alone (adjusted for inflation), None of the fatalities suffered during the fire were due to smoke inhalation, burns, or any other form of direct contact with the fire itself, but from alcohol poisoning after drinking from the 6-inch (15.24 cm) deep river of whiskey that is said to have flowed as far as the Coombe."
My uncle drowned in a vat of whisky.
He bravely fought off his rescuers for hour before he finally succumbed.
He was then cremated and the fire lasted 3 days
There are at least five versions of that great ol’ ditty, Whiskey in the Jar. Mine is a bit different:
As I was a-walkin’ over Kilgarry mountain, spied Cap’n Farrell and his money he was countin’
First produced me pistol, then I pulled me rapier,
sayin’ “Stand and deliver, for I am your bold deceiver”
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny, put it in me pocket to take home to Darlin’ Jenny,
she sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me,
Divil take the women for they always lie so easy,
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
I went into me chamber, all for to take a slumber,
dreamed of gold and jewels, sure it was no wonder
But Jenny pulled me charges and filled ‘em up with water,
then sent for Cap’n Farrell to make ready for the slaughter
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
Next mornin’ early, before I rose to travel,
up stepped a band of footmen and likewise Cap’n Farrell
I tried to fire my pistol, for she’d stolen away me rapier
But I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
They put me in jail without judge or writin’
For robbing Cap’n Farrell on that Kilgarry Mountain
But they didn’t take my fists so I knocked the jailer down
And bid a fond farewell to that jail in Sligo town.
I’d like to find me brother, the one that’s in the army,
don’t know where he’s stationed if it’s Cork or Killarney;
together we’d go roamin’ o’er the mountains of Kilkenny
I swear he’d treat me fairer than my darlin Sportin’ Jenny
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
Some take delight in the carriages a-rollin’,
others take delight in the hurley or the bowlin’;
I take delight in the juice of the barley,
and courtin’ pretty fair maids in the mornin’ oh so early
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
Great ol’ pub sing along-participation (hand claps!) tune. Our local pub has the Irish session this evening; if I get the call to sit in, maybe I’ll do it!
Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskey Nancy-O
The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
the more I kissed her the more she smiled,
I soon forgot my parents’ teachin’
Nancy whiskey had me beguiled...
Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskey Nancy-O
[Chorus: Brad Paisley & Alison Krauss ]
He put that bottle to his head
And pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said, “I’ll love her ‘til I die”
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The Angels sang a whiskey lullaby
Ah, but the Cuyahoga fire was due to pollution and filth.
Whiskey is something else entirely...especially to an Irishman.
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