Traditional folk song - Whiskey In The Jar
As I was going over
The Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take you" 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
No Never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
For you know she treat me easy (Chorus:)
Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy'oTraditional folk song - Whiskey In The Jar - http://motolyrics.com/traditional-folk-song/whiskey-in-the-jar-lyrics-spanish-translation.html
Whack for my daddy'o, there's
Whisky in the jar, o
Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Taking 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 (Chorus) Now some men like the fishing
And some men like fowling
And some men like to hear
The cannonballs are roaring
Me - I like sleeping
Specially in my Molly's chamber
But here i am in prison,
Here i am with a ball and chain, yeah
Traditional folk song - Whisky En El Tarro (Spanish translation)
Mientras iba sobre
Las montanas Kork y Kerry
Vi al Capitan Farrell
Y su dinero estaba contando
Yo primero saque mi pistola
Y luego saque mis pinzas
Dije "Parate y reparte
O el diablo te llevara"
Tome todo su dinero
Y fue un lindo centavo
Tome todo su dinero y
Se lo traje a Molly a la casa
Ella juro que me amaba
No Nunca me dejaria
Pero que el diablo se lleve a esa mujer
Tu sabes que me trata facilmente
Coro:
Ablanda un anillo dum a doo dum a da
Apalealos por mi papa
Apalealos por mi papa, hayTraditional folk song - Whiskey In The Jar - http://motolyrics.com/traditional-folk-song/whiskey-in-the-jar-lyrics-spanish-translation.html
Whisky en el tarro, o
Estando borracho y cansado
Fui al cuarto de Molly
Me lleve a mi Molly conmigo
Y nunca supe del peligro
Por seis o quizas siete (?)
El Capitan Ferrell entro
Me levante de sobresalto, dispare mis pistolas
Y le dispare con ambas balas
Coro
A unos les gusta pescar
Y a otros les gusta cazar aves
Y a algunos hombres les gusta escuchar
Las balas de canon estan rugiendo
A mi - me gusta dormir
Especialmente en el cuarto de de Molly
Pero aqui estoy en prision
Aqui estoy con con una cadena y bola, si