Not a 45Auto original, but...

[FortyFiveAuto 1]

As I was going 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 yeah and I brought it home to Molly

She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me

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

 

Musha rain dum-a-doo 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' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger

For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell

I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels

 

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

 

Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey...

Oh-oh, ya

 

Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'

Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'

But 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

 

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

 

Whiskey in the jar-o

 

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya

[Callybear 0]

I'm gonna try and put that to a tune. Here's a song my art teacher taught me...

 

About a maid I'll sing a song.

Rickety-tickety-tin.

About a miad I'll sing a song.

She did not have her family long,

Not only did she do them wrong,

But she did every one of them in,

Them in,

She did every one of them in.

 

Her father she could never stand.

Rickety-tickety-tin.

Her father she could neevr stand,

And so a cyanied soup was planned.

He died with the spoon still in his hand.

And his face in a hideous grin,

A grin,

His face in a hideous grin.

 

She set her mothers hair on fire.

Rickety-tickety tin.

She set her mothers hair on fire,

And as the flames rose higher and higher.

She danced around the funeral pyre.

Playing a violin,

Olin,

Playing a violin.

 

She weighed her brother down with stones,

Rickety-tickety-tin.

She weighed her brother down with stones,

And sent him down to davy jones.

And all they er found were a few of his bones,

And occassional pieces of skin,

of skin.

Occasional pieces of skin.

 

And when the police came calling by.

Rickety-Tickety-tin.

And when the police came calling by,

Her little pranks she did not deny.

For to do so she would've had to lie,

And lying she knew was a sin,

A sin,

Lying she knew was a sin.

 

Hope you like.

p.s My teachers from ireland. Have you heard the song ceren?

[Cerendrallion 32]

I haven't heard Callybear's, but I've heard the first, Whiskey in the Jar! Love that song!

 

*smiles*

 

A group of guys from my school did a rock version not too long ago.