Shades Of A Blue Orphanage (Deluxe)

Thin Lizzy

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Shades Of A Blue Orphanage

Whiskey In The Jar

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Sarah - 1977 Overdubbed & Remixed Version

Brought Down - 1977 Overdubbed & Remixed Version

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Whiskey In The Jar - BBC Radio 1 John Peel Session

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Philip Parris Lynott

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Brian Michael Downey

Eric Bell

Emil V.

Assistant 

Olivier Besson

Don KoKoska

Stephen Tingle

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 you"

Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There′s whiskey in the jar-o

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

Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-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′ 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

Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-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′ and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like to hear the cannon ball a-roarin′
And me, I like sleepin', ′specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah

Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

And I got drun on whiskey
And I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved
I loved, I loved my Molly
And you know I will neve
But I will burn it down, I′ll burn it all dowm

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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 you"

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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, never would she leave me

But the devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me easy

Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber

Takin' 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

Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'

And some men like to hear the cannon ball a-roarin'

And me, I like sleepin', 'specially in my Molly's chamber

But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah

But I will burn it down, I'll burn it all dowm

Shades Of A Blue Orphanage (Deluxe) • 1972

Whiskey In The Jar

Thin Lizzy

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