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Whiskey in the jar
- As I was a going over
The Cork and Kerry mountains
I spied captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first drew me pistol
And I then I drew me rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver
For I am your bold receiver"
Musha ring dumma do dumma da
Whack fall the daddy oh
Whack fall the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar - I counted out his money
And it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket
To take home to darling Jenny
She sighed and swore she loved me
And never would deceive me
But the devil take the women
For they always lie so easy - I went into my chamber,
All for to take a slumber
To dream of gold and girls
And of course it was no wonder
Me Jenny drew me charges
And she filled them up with water
Called on captain Farrell
To get ready for the slaughter - Next morning early
Before I rose to travel
There came a band of footmen
And likewise captain Farrell
I goes to draw me pistol
For she'd stolen away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water
So a prisoner I was taken - They put me into jail
With a judge all a writing
For robbing captain Farrell
On the kerry mountain
But they didn't take me fists
Wo I knocked the jailer down
And bid a farewell
To this tight fisted town - I'd like to find me brother
The one that's in the army
I don't know where he's stationed
In Cork or in Killarney
Together we'd go roving
O'er the mountains of Kilkenney
And I swear he'd treat me better
Than me darling sporting Jenny - There's some take delight
In the carriages a rolling
Some take delight
In the hurly or the bowling
But I take delight
In the juice of the barley
Courting pretty maids
In the morning oh so early