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Whiskey in the Jar

Musha rig um dur um da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

As I was goin' over the Cork Kent & Kilgary mountains
I met with CaptainFarrell and his money he was countin'
So I produced my pistol and produced my rapier
Sayin' "Stand and deliver, for you're the bold deceiver."

Musha rig um dur um da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Well I counted up his money and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in me pocket And I took it home to Jenny.
She vowed and she swore she never would deceive me.
But the devil take the women for they never can go easy.

Musha rig um dur um da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I went into my chamber, all for to take my slumber
I dreamed of gold and jewels and sure it was no wonder
Ahh, but Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for my slaughter

Musha rig um dur um da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

As I rose up next morning, well it surely did astound me.
There was Captain Farrell and his guards were all around me.
So I produced me pistols for she'd stolen away me rapier.
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.

Musha rig um dur um da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar


And if anyone can aid me it's me brother in the army
Though I don't know where he's stationed is it Cork or in Killarney?
Together we'd go roamin' in the mountains in Killkenny
And I'm sure he'd treat me better than me darlin' sporting Jenny

Musha rig um dur um da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Well they took me to jail, with neither judge nor writin'
For robbing Captain Farrell up on Kilgary Mountain
But they didn't take me fists and I knocked the jailer down
And I bid a fond farewell to the jail in Sligo town.

Musha rig um dur um da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Now some men take delight in the hurlin' and the bowlin'
Others take delight in the carriages a-rollin'
But me, I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting' pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.


Musha rig um dur um da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Musha rig um dur um da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

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