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
Ping.
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.
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
Ah, but the Cuyahoga fire was due to pollution and filth.
Whiskey is something else entirely...especially to an Irishman.