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Whiskey in the Jar







Hola a todos, es hora de revivir la comunidad, hoy les traigo una cancion bastante pegadiza que siempre me ha sonado a canción de taberna. E investigado un poco:


Whiskey in the Jar (Whisky en la jarra) es una famosa canción tradicional irlandesa que cuenta en primera persona la historia de un bandolero que es traicionado por una mujer, la cual no es seguro si es su esposa o amante.
Es una de las canciones irlandesas más interpretadas, y ha sido versionada por artistas como The Dubliners, The Pogues, Peter, Paul and Mary, The Highwaymen, Roger Whittaker, Clancy Brothers, Tommy Makem, The Irish Rovers, Poxy Boggards, The Limeliters, King Creosote, The Shatilla Shakers y The Brobdingnagian Bards. En el ámbito de la música rock, ha sido versionada por Thin Lizzy en 1972, de la que se han extraído a su vez numerosas versiones de grupos como U2, Pulp, Smokie, Metallica





Whiskey in the Jar
(Smothers Brothers)

As I was a goin' to the North Pole so merry
I met a St. Bernard, he was short and squat and hairy.
So I drew forth this stick and was gettin' set to heave it
Sayin', "Fetch and deliver for you are a born retreiver."

Chorus:
Mush-a....

Up around his neck, there was hung a keg of whiskey,
Now and then Old Rover took a snort and got so frisky.
As he chased the stick he would do a tricky waddle,
Though he really wasn't tricky, he was pie-eyed from the bottle.

I threw the stick so far, it was kinda hard to trace it.
Ol' Rover said, "Bow, wow!", and was gettin' set to chase it.
But a car came driving by and he changed his mind and sought it,
Though I knew he couldn't drive one, not even if he caught it.

Well, that's about the end of my song and poor Ol' Rover.
He caught it in a fan-belt, and his rovin' days are over.
That poor retreiver lies b'neath the ground so cold and chilly
And I have to fetch the stick myself. Boy! Do I look silly!



Letra completa (ingles)


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 ya.

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 loved me, never would she leave me.
But the devil take that woman, yeah for you know she tricked me easy.

Musha ring dum a do dum 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' money with me but I never knew the danger.
For about six or maybe seven, yeah in walks Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.

Musha ring dum a do dum 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' some men like the fowlin',
Some men like ta hear, ta hear the cannon ball a roarin'.
Me? I like sleepin' especially in my Molly's chamber.
But here I am in prison, here I am with ball and chain, yeah.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o yeah.

Whiskey in the jar-o.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da,
Musha ring dum a do dum a da hey,
Musha ring dum a do dum a da,
Musha ring dum a do dum a da hey,



TRADUCCION


Mientras iba por
Las montañas Cork y Kerry
Ví al Capitán Farrell
Su dinero estaba contando
Primero saqué mi pistola
Y luego saqué mi espadín
Dije "la bolsa o la vida,
O el diablo puede llevarte"

Tomé todo su dinero
Y era un dineral
Tomé todo su dinero
E hice que Molly se diera cuenta
Ella juró que me amaría
Que nunca me dajaría
Pero que el diablo se lleve a esa mujer
Porque sabes que me engaño fácil

Estribillo:
Musha rig dam a du dam a da
Una golpe para mi papá-o
Una golpe para mi papá-o
Hay whiskey en el frasco-o

Estando borracho y cansado
Fui al dormitorio de Molly
Llevando a Molly conmigo
No conocía el peligro
Parque a eso de las seis o tal vez las siete
Entró el Capitán Farrell
Me levante de un salto, disparé mis pistolas
Y lo fusilé con los dos cañones

(Estribillo)

Ahora a algunos hombres les gusta la pesca
Y a algunos hombres les gusta la caza
Y a algunos hombres les gusta escuchar
Escuchar rugir la bala de cañón
Pero a mi me gusta dormir
Especialmente en el dormitorio de mi Molly
Pero aquí estoy, en la carcel
Aquí estoy con una bola y una cadena, si

(Estribillo)





link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvlGJAzg1RE


link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JK_d8WfNyfA
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