Whiskey In The Jar

– Trad.

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 then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver for I am the bold deceiver

Musha ring dumma-do damma-dah
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 sighed 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 all 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 Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

It was early in the morning just before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken

And if anyone can aid me it’s my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he’ll come and save me we’d go roving in Kilkenny
And I guess he’ll treat me better than my darling sportling Jenny