Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the far-famed Kerry mountains,

I counted out his money, & it made a pretty penny.

I went up to my chamber, a-for to take my slumber,

It was early in the morning, be-fore I rose to travel,

If anyone can aid me , it's my brother in the army,

I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.

I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.

I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.

The guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrell.

If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney.

I first produced my pistol, and I then produced my rapier.

She sighed and she swore, that she never would deceive me,

But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water,

I first produced my pistol, for she stole away me rapier,

And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,

Saying stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

Then sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.

But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sporting Jenny

Chorus

Musha ringa dumma do damma dar

whack for the daddy 'ol

whack for the daddy 'ol

there's whiskey in the jar

*Roud 533 with many variations. Arrangement is based on a recording by Off Kilter.