There's Whiskey In The Jar

As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra mountains
I met Colonel Pepper and his money, he was countin'
I drew forth my pistol and I rattled my saber
Sayin', "Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver"

Mush-a ring da-ma-do da-ba-da
Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Shinin' yellow coin, it sure looked bright and jolly
I took the money home and I gave it to my Molly
She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me
But the devil's in the women, for they never can be easy

Mush a-ring da-ma-do da-ma-da
Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

When I was awoke in between the hours of six and seven
Guards were standin' 'round me in their numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistol, but alas I was mistaken
I fired off my pistols, and a pris'ner, I was taken

Mush a-ring da-ma-do da-ma-da
Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

They put me in jail without a judge or jury
For robbin' Colonel Pepper in the mornin' so early
They didn't take my fist, so I knocked down the sentry
I bid a long farewell to that old penitentiary

Mush a-ring da-ma-do da-ma-da
Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Some take delight in a-fishing and a-bowling
Others take delight in a carriage a-rolling
I take delight in the juice of the barley
A-courting pretty women in the morning so early

Mush a-ring da-ma-do da-ma-da
Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Bailey, Tammy Rogers, William Kelly, John Mitchell, Brian Mcdonagh, Catherine Jordan, Thomas Morrow, Graham Henderson, Brent Truitt, Mike Fleming
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