Whiskey In the Jar (feat. Jacqui Cheng)
As I was going over
The Cork and Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell
And the money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand ye, and deliver
For you are my bold deceiver!"
M'uisce rinne mé don amadán
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money
And it made a pretty penny
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 takes the women
For they never can be easy
I went into my chamber
For all to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels
And for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges
And she filled them up with the water
Then sent for Captain Farrell
To get ready for the slaughter
M'uisce rinne mé don amadán
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
M'uisce rinne mé don amadán
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
Twas early in the morning
Just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen
And likewise, there's Captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol
For Jenny stole my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water
So a prisoner I was taken
M'uisce rinne mé don amadán
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
The Cork and Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell
And the money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand ye, and deliver
For you are my bold deceiver!"
M'uisce rinne mé don amadán
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money
And it made a pretty penny
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 takes the women
For they never can be easy
I went into my chamber
For all to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels
And for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges
And she filled them up with the water
Then sent for Captain Farrell
To get ready for the slaughter
M'uisce rinne mé don amadán
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
M'uisce rinne mé don amadán
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
Twas early in the morning
Just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen
And likewise, there's Captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol
For Jenny stole my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water
So a prisoner I was taken
M'uisce rinne mé don amadán
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
Credits
Writer(s): Ed Pickford
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