"Insulin in the Jar"
A funny Diabetic camp song taken from the Irish Folk song "Whiskey in the Jar"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeEKHd1pS-0 Here is a link of it being preformed at a campfire for reference.
[Verse]
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While I was walking over Swatara's famed Appalachian Mountains, Me head began
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to ache me must been carbs I twasn't counting. First I produce me apple juice, and
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then I produced me crackers. Saints preserve us I forgot the smuckers!!!
[Chrous]
G
Musha ring a doo ra Da
C
Wacko mi Dadio
F
Wacko mi Dadio
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There's insulin in the jar
[Verse]
C Am F C
I began to feel better until I felt must worse. I swiftly grew queasy, and developed a
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terrible thirst. I ran to the infirmary, and ask doc for some relievin' but since this is
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pre-1920 all he had was leeches.
[Chrous]
G
Musha ring a doo ra Da
C
Wacko mi Dadio
F
Wacko mi Dadio
C G C
There's insulin in the jar
[Verse]
C Am F C
I began to grow ill and I could see a white light. Without some medicine I wouldn't
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last the night. The Doctor stopped in to see me, and had a strange idea.
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He wanted to butcher me pig Suzanna suppose for me final meal.
[Chrous]
G
Musha ring a doo ra Da
C
Wacko mi Dadio
F
Wacko mi Dadio
C G C
There's insulin in the jar
[Verse]
C Am
He proceeded to removed the innards and squeezed one in a jar,
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but what he did next surprised me still by far.
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He injected me with this liquid that came out of that pig.
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I began to feel much better so I got up and did a jig.
[Chorus]
G
Musha ring a doo ra Da
C
Wacko mi Dadio
F
Wacko mi Dadio
C G C
Thereâs insulin in the jar
[Verse]
C Am
That is mi tale, and it tisn't much for glam.
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But I still maintain that Suzanna was a mighty fine ham.
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Now when I need relievin' I reach for me syringe.
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It may be quite a task, but hey I gotta live.
[Chorus]
G
Musha ring a doo ra Da
C
Wacko mi Dadio
F
Wacko mi Dadio
C G C
Thereâs insulin in the jar
G
Musha ring a doo ra Da
C
Wacko mi Dadio
F
Wacko mi Dadio
C G C
There's insulin in the jar