There are two kinds of people when it comes to singing songs you only kind of know the words to. Those who stop, and those who persevere.
Below are the lyrics to the old Irish song, “Whiskey In The Jar,” as sung by me yesterday, in proper, Irish stubborn refusal to give up.
Here’s the original song, for reference and/or musical accompaniment:
As I was going over the purple 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!” and then I shot him with both barrels. I wonder what the point was, of sayin’ “stand and deliver” If I was just going to shoot him anyway. I suppose that’s neither here nor there now. And what kind of pistol has two barrels anyway? I said hakuna matata ofay. Whack for…
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