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One of the best of the Folk era groups...They were liberal leftist in message, however the music was universal. They had many hit records and continued to tour for many years into the modern era. The recent death of Mary has ended the group, but their music will remain as their legacy.
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- Day Is Done
- Dodi Li
- Dont Ever Take Away Our Freedom
- Dont Laugh At Me
- Dont Think Twice Its Alright
- Early In The Morning
- Early Morning Rain
- El Salvador
- Flora
- For Baby
- Freight Train
- Garden Song
- Gilgarra Mountain
- Going To The Zoo
- Gone The Rainbow
- Good Times We Had
- Greenland Whale Fisheries
- Hangman
- Home On The Range Dont Ever Take Away My Freedom
- Hurry Sundown
- Hush A Bye
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- If I Had A Hammer
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- Kumbaya
- Leatherwing Bat
- Leaving On A Jet Plane
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- Michael Row The Boat Ashore
- Monday Morning
- Morning Train
- No Easy Walk To Freedom
- No Other Name
- One Tin Soldier
- Polly Von
- Puff The Magic Dragon
- Right Field
- River Of Jordan
- San Francisco Bay Blues
- Settle Down
- Some Walls
- Somos El Barco
- Stewball
- Such Is Love
- Tell It On The Mountain
- The Cruel War
- The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
- The Great Mandala
- The Kid
- The Magi The Heart Of Mans A Palace
- The Marvelous Toy
- The Times They Are A Changing
- There Is A Ship The Water Is Wide
- There Is Love
- This Land Is Your Land
- Three Ravens
- Tiny Sparrow
- Too Much Of Nothing
- Very Last Day
- Weave Me The Sunshine
- Wedding Song
- Well Well Well
- When The Ship Comes In
- Where Have All The Flowers Gone
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GILGARRA MOUNTAIN (Whiskey in the Jar)
A traditional Irish ballad as performed by Peter, Paul, & Mary (1965)
Capo 1
[Intro]
C Am F G
[Verse 1]
C Am
As I was a goin' over Gilgarra Mountain,
F C
I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'.
C Am
First I drew me pistols, and then I drew me rapier, sayin'
F C
"Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver."
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 2]
C Am
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny.
F C
I put in me pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny.
C Am
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me,
F C
But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 3]
C Am
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,
F C
To dream of gold and girls, and o'course it was no wonder-
C Am
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
F C
Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 4]
C Am
Next mornin' early before I rose to travel,
F C
A' came a band o' footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
C Am
I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier,
F C
But a prisoner I was taken- I couldn't shoot the water.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 5]
C Am
They put me into jail, with the judge all a-writin':
F C
"For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain."
C Am
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down,
F C
And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 6]
C Am
I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army.
F C
I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killarney.
C Am
Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny,
F C
And I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darlin' sportin' Jenny.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 7]
C Am
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin',
F C
And some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin'.
C Am
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
F C
Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin' oh so early.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
A traditional Irish ballad as performed by Peter, Paul, & Mary (1965)
Capo 1
[Intro]
C Am F G
[Verse 1]
C Am
As I was a goin' over Gilgarra Mountain,
F C
I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'.
C Am
First I drew me pistols, and then I drew me rapier, sayin'
F C
"Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver."
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 2]
C Am
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny.
F C
I put in me pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny.
C Am
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me,
F C
But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 3]
C Am
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,
F C
To dream of gold and girls, and o'course it was no wonder-
C Am
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
F C
Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 4]
C Am
Next mornin' early before I rose to travel,
F C
A' came a band o' footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
C Am
I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier,
F C
But a prisoner I was taken- I couldn't shoot the water.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 5]
C Am
They put me into jail, with the judge all a-writin':
F C
"For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain."
C Am
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down,
F C
And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 6]
C Am
I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army.
F C
I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killarney.
C Am
Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny,
F C
And I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darlin' sportin' Jenny.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 7]
C Am
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin',
F C
And some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin'.
C Am
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
F C
Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin' oh so early.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
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