Les Irlandais d'Indianapolis fêtent la Saint-Patrick (vidéo)

Publié le par Franck Cellier


Saint-Patrick-009.JPGComment les Irlandais d'Indianapolis ont fêté la Saint-Patrick sous l'air de Whiskey in the jar rendu célèbre par le groupe Thin Lizzy du regretté Phil Lynott.

Paroles de cette chanson traditionnelle:

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, and I then produced my rapier
Said stand and deliver, for he were a bold deceiver

(Chorus)
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

(Chorus)

I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

(Chorus)

It was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a pack of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken

(Chorus)

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving
And others take delight in the hurley and the bowling
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

(Chorus)

If anyone can aid me, tis my brother in the army
If I can find his station, in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny
And I sure he'd treat me better than my own lass sporting Jenny

(Chorus)


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