Don’t know where they found her, but brought home, and said, “She’ll be staying here with us.” Figured practicing to be a street performer like in the city. You know – stay still in one position all painted like a statue. Without the paint.

Watch her til my eyes crossed, but she never blink. Never moved or twitched like I did in the pew on Sunday. Figured under some evil spell; brother said brain burnt out by alien probes. Parents dusted and moved her occasionally.

When downsizing ate stuff, she got to stay. When we had to “develop a more affordable lifestyle,” they said packing up moving boxes, she came along. Not cool.

Stuck with her and bummed out stonehead brother streaming Metallica Whisky in the Jar on the TV. Plonked on the couch, she smiled suddenly, “Me, I’m Molly.”

© Lorraine

image: GQ – Best Way to Drink Whiskey

For mlmm Friday Music Prompt: Metallica: Whiskey in the Jar.

Two more versions: Thin Lizzy and the Grateful Dead (Gerry Garcia with David Grisman’s slightly different lyrics; this version from Gerry Garcia and David Grisman’s Shady Grove acoustic album.) Neither video is quite like Metallica . . .  not enough to make the unmovable confess . . .

 

As I was a-goin’ over Gilgarra mountains
I met Colonel Pepper and his money he was counting
I drew forth my pistol and I rattled my sabre
Saying “stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver”
Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
The shining yellow coins did sure look bright and jolly
I took the money home and I gave it to my Molly
She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me
But the devil’s in the women for they never can be easy
Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
When I awoke between the hours of six and seven
Guards were standing ’round me in numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistols, but alas I was mistaken
I fired off my pistols and a prisoner was taken
Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
They put me in jail without a judge or jury
For robbing Colonel Pepper in the morning so early
They didn’t take my fist so I knocked down the sentry
And I bid a long farewell to that cold penitentiary
Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
I think I’ll find my brother, he’s the one that’s in the army.
I don’t know where he’s stationed be in Cork or in Killarney.
Together we’ll go roving thru the Mountains of Kilkenny.
I dare he’ll treat me fairer than my darling sporting Molly.
Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
Some take delight in fishing and bowling
Others take delight in carriage a-rollin’
I take delight in the juice of the barley
Courting pretty women in the morning so early
Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

(from wikilyrics)

 

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