Whiskey in the Jar Есть виски у меня

Александр Беляев Океанолог
Мой перевод  ранней версии этой старинной ирландской песни, перепетой Thin Lizzy, Smokie, U2, Pulp, Metallica и др.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyMa0U5b-RU
http://www.realmusic.ru/songs/860463/

Я как-то шел горами, переходил каньоны
И встретил там полковника, считавшего мильоны.
Я вынул парабеллум, да и саблю показал
- Давай делиться будем, - без шуток я сказал.

(Chorus)
Может, виски есть у тебя?
Так выпьем, о-го-го,
Так выпьем, о-го-го,
Есть виски у тебя, да!

Забрал все эти деньги, активы и акцизы
И в дом доставил  верной подруги стройной Лизы.
В меня влюбилась по уши, назвала дорогим,
Но дьявол сидит в женщинах, не доверяйся им.

Проснулся очень рано, однако было поздно -
Вокруг меня гвардейцы шныряли очень грозно.
Нащупал пистолеты и выставил в окно,
Но кто-то спёр патроны и саблю заодно.

С ядром, к ноге прикованным, очнулся я в тюряге,
Без вероломной Лизы и без любимой фляги,
Но у меня есть руки и голова цела,
И снова я на воле, творю свои дела.

Одним нужна рыбалка, другим футбол по нраву,
А третьим ездить нравится налево и направо.
А я простому виски из фляжки очень рад
И девушкам красивым - с зари и до утра!

Seekers

As I went a-walkin' on Kilgary Mountain,
I spied Colonel Pepper, and his money he was countin';
I rattled out my pistols and I drew forth my saber,
Cryin', Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver.

Chorus:
Musha rig um du rum da,
Whack fol the daddy o,
Whack fol the daddy o,

There's whisky in the jar.
The gold and silver coins, they looked so bright and shiny,
Oh, I took them home straightway, and I gave 'em to my Molly;
She vowed and she promised that she never would deceive me,
But the devil's in the women, oh, you never can believe 'em.
(Chorus)
But when I awoke between six and seven,
The guards were all around me in numbers odd and even;
I reached for my pistols, but alas, I was mistaken;
My pistols had been fired, and a prisoner I was taken.
(Chorus)
They put me in the jail without judge or writin',
For robbing Colonel Pepper, oh, on Kilgary Mountain,
But they didn't take my fists, so I knocked the sentry down,
And bade farewell to the jail in Sligo town.
(Chorus)
Some people take delight in fishin' and in bowlin';
Oh, others take delight in the carriages a-rollin';
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courtin' pretty girls 'til the morning so early.

версия Thin Lizzy / Metallica

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said «stand and deliver or the devil he may take you»
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’d love 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-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
Taking money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey
Yo-ooh, whiskey
Yo-ooh, yeah, ooh
Yo-oo-ooh, yeah
Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring
Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da