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Whiskey in the jar
- As I was going over
The far famed Kerry Mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting,
I first produced me pistol
And I then produced me rapier
Saying: "Stand and deliver
For you are the bold deceiver."
Musha ring durram do durram dah,
Whack fol the daddy o,(bis)
There's whiskey in the jar.
- I counted out his money
And it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket
And I took it home to Jenny
She sighed, and she swore
That she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women,
'Cause they never can be easy
- I went into my chamber,
All for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels
And for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges
And she filled them up with water
Then sent for Captain Farrell
To be ready for the slaughter
- It was early in the morning,
Just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen
And likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol,
For she'd stolen away my rapier
I couldn't shoot the water,
So a prisoner I was taken
- And if anyone can aid me,
't Is my brother in the army
If I can find his station
In Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me,
We'll go roving in Kilkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better,
Than my only sporting Jenny
- Now there's some who take delight
In the carriages a-rolling
And others take delight
In the hurley and the bowling
But I take delight
In the juice of the barley
And courting pretty fair maids
In the morning bright and early
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