| As I was a goin' over Gilgarra Mountain
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| I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'
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| First I drew me pistols, and then I drew me rapier, sayin'
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| «Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver»
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| Mush-a-ring-um duram da
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| Whack fol the daddy o
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| Whack fol the daddy o
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| There’s whiskey in the jar
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| He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
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| I put in me pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny
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| She sighed and swore she loved me
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| And never would deceive me
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| But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy
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| I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
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| To dream of gold and girls and o’course it was no wonder
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| Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water
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| Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter
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| Next mornin' early before I rose to travel
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| A' came a band o' footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell
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| I goes to draw me pistol for she’d stole away me rapier
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| But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn’t shoot the water
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| They put me into jail with the judge all a-writin'
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| For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain
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| But they didn’t take me fists so I knocked the jailer down
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| And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town
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| I’d like to find me brother, the one that’s in the army
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| I don’t know where he’s stationed, in Cork or in Killarney
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| Together we’d go roamin’o’er the mountains of Kilkenny
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| And I swear he’d treat me fairer than me darlin' sportin' Jenny
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| There’s some takes delight in the carriages and rollin'
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| And some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin'
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| But I takes delight in the juice of the barley
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| Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin' oh so early |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gilgarra Mountain , by - Peter, Paul and Mary. Song from the album 24 Grandes Canciones, in the genre Музыка мира