His fingers plucked the strings randomly until a tune began to take shape.
He smiled softly when he realized what he'd lighted upon.
There was nothing quite like Whiskey in the Jar to make him smile.
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"...
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His fingers plucked the strings randomly until a tune began to take shape. He smiled softly when he realized what he'd lighted upon.
There was nothing quite like Whiskey in the Jar to make him smile.
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"...