Whiskey In the Jar

Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains

I met with Captain Ferrell and the money he was count ’n

I first produced me pistol, and I then produced me rapier,

Saying stand and deliver for you are the bold de-ceiver.

Musha rig um du rum da

Whack fol the daddy o

There’s whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny

I put in 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 woman for they never can be easy

Chorus

I went up to 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

And sent for Captain Ferrell, to be ready for the slaughter

Chorus

‘Twas early in the morning just before I rose to travel

Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Ferrell;

I first produced me pistol, for she’d stolen away me rapier

But I couldn’t shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

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Now there’s some take delight in the carriages a rolling,

And others take delight in the hurley and the bowlin’

But I take delight in the juice of the barley,

And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.

Chorus

If anyone can aid me, ‘tis me 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 roaming in Kilkenny,

And I’m sure that he’ll treat me better than me own sporting Jenny.