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."
as recorded by savoy brown and many divin ducks..
Whiskey river take my mind
Don’t let her memory torture me
Whiskey river don’t run dry
She’s all I got take care of me
I’m drowning in a whiskey river
Bathing my mem’ried mind
In the wetness of its soul
Feeling the amber current
Flowin’ from my mind
And leaving a heart you left so cold
Willie!
Ping.
still...
As I was goin’ over the Cork and 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, or the devil he may take you!”
Musha ring dum a doo dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she’d love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha ring dum a doo dam 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
Takin’ my Molly with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a do dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin’ and some men like the fowlin’
And some men like to hear the cannon ball a-roarin’
Me, I like sleepin’, ‘specially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Musha ring dum a do dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tu5voeIiNxM
To drown in a river of whiskey is an Irishman’s dream come true.
Especially when they got out three times to take a piss.
As recently as the 1980s, certain streets in Boston's North End would still get sticky on hot days and the air would smell of molasses as left over syrup would bubble up through the cobblestones.
Perhaps urban legend but I remember being told about it back in the day.
My favorite version of Whisky in the Jar:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r_TK9inV0Q
...by Santiano, a German (!) band!
Thin Lizzy’s is the best version.
Come on you weavers you Caltan weavers
Come all you young men where e’er you be
Beware of whiskey, Nancy whiskey
She’ll ruin you like she ruined me
Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskey Nancy-O
Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskey Nancy-O
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