Whiskey in the Jar!
Musha ring dumma do dumma da!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
There's whiskey in the jar!
As I was roving over the Cork and Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier,
Saying, "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold reciever!"
Musha ring dumma do dumma da!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
There's whiskey in the jar!
Well i counted up his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and took it home to Jenny.
She sighed and she swore that she never would decieve me,
But the devil take the woman, for you know she tricked me easy.
I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber.
I dreamt of gold and jewels, and for sure it was no wonder,
For Jenny stole my pistols and filled them up with water.
Then she sent for Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel.
The guards all around me and likewise Captain Farrell.
I first produced my pistol, for she'd stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot with water so a prisoner I was taken.
If anyone can aid me, It's my brother in the army.
I don't know where he's stationed, be it Cork or in Killarney.
Together we'll go roving over the mountains of Killkenny.
I know he'd treat me better then my darling sporting Jenny!
It was early in the morning at the barracks in Killarney,
My brother took his leave, but didn't tell the army.
The horses, they were bought, it's all over bu the shouting.
Now we wait for Farrell up on Killkenny Mountain!
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
And others take delight in the gambling and the smoking,
But I take delight in the juice of the barley!
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early!
Musha ring dumma do dumma da!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
There's whiskey in the jar!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
There's whiskey in the jar!
As I was roving over the Cork and Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier,
Saying, "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold reciever!"
Musha ring dumma do dumma da!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
There's whiskey in the jar!
Well i counted up his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and took it home to Jenny.
She sighed and she swore that she never would decieve me,
But the devil take the woman, for you know she tricked me easy.
I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber.
I dreamt of gold and jewels, and for sure it was no wonder,
For Jenny stole my pistols and filled them up with water.
Then she sent for Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel.
The guards all around me and likewise Captain Farrell.
I first produced my pistol, for she'd stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot with water so a prisoner I was taken.
If anyone can aid me, It's my brother in the army.
I don't know where he's stationed, be it Cork or in Killarney.
Together we'll go roving over the mountains of Killkenny.
I know he'd treat me better then my darling sporting Jenny!
It was early in the morning at the barracks in Killarney,
My brother took his leave, but didn't tell the army.
The horses, they were bought, it's all over bu the shouting.
Now we wait for Farrell up on Killkenny Mountain!
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
And others take delight in the gambling and the smoking,
But I take delight in the juice of the barley!
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early!
Musha ring dumma do dumma da!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
Whack for the daddy ol'!
There's whiskey in the jar!