Whiskey In The Jar

Irish Tradicional Song

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains. I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier. Saying stand and deliver for you are my bould deciever.
Musha ring dumma do dumma da Whack fol de daddy-o. Whack fol de daddy-o. 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 decieve me. But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.
Musha ring dumma do dumma da. Whack fol de daddy-o.Whack fol de daddy-o.There's whiskey in the jar.
I went up to my chamber all for to take a slumber. I dreamt of golden 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.
Musha ring dumma do dumma da. Whack fol de daddy-o. Whack fol de daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar.
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 stole away my rapier. I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
Musha ring dumma do dumma da. Whack fol de daddy-o. Whack fol de daddy-o.There's whiskey in the jar.
And if anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army. If I can find a station in Cork or in Killarney. And if he'll go with me we'll go roaming in Kilkenny. And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my only sporting Jenny.
Musha ring dumma do dumma da.Whack fol de daddy-o. Whack fol de daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar.