Whiskey in the Jar
As I was going' over the Cork and 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 a bold deceiver
A sure ring mushel do mushel da
Wack fol de daddy-o, Wack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out the money and it was a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and She swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take that woman for she never could be easy
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
And I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
For Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
It was early in the morning afore I rose to travel
All the guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrell
Well I first produced me pistol, for she’d stolen away me rapier
But I couldn’t shoot the charges so a prisoner I was taken
Now if anyone can aid me, it’s me brother in the army
But I don’t know where he’s stationed, if it’s Cork or in Killarney
And if he’d come and join me we’d go roving in Killkenny
And I swear he’d treat me better than me than me own sweet sporting Jenny
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber.
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger.
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.
Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.