Whiskey in the Jar Lyrics
As I was going over the Kilmagenny mountain
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
I went into my chamber, for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
And sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter
It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
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And if he'll come save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny
And I swear he'll treat me better than me own sportling Jenny
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving
But 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
