Whiskey in the Jar
As I was going over, the dark Kilgarry Mountains.
I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier.
Saying, "Stand and deliver for your are a bold deceiver."
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
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.
I put it in my pocket and I gave it all to Jenny.
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me.
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
Being drunk and weary, I went to take a slumber.
To dream of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
Jenny took my charges and filled them up with water.
Sent for Captain Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
It was early in the morning as I rose to travel.
In came a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell.
I went to shoot my pistol for she stole away my rapier.
I couldn't fire the water so a prisoner I was taken.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
(John Ryan's Polka)
If anyone can help me it's my brother in the army.
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
We'd both go a roving through the mountains of Kilkenny.
I'm sure he'll treat me better than my darling sporting Jenny.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
Some take delight in the hurling and the bowling.
Others take delight in the carriages a rolling.
Me I take delight in the juice of the barley.
And courting with the women in the morning bright and early.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier.
Saying, "Stand and deliver for your are a bold deceiver."
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
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.
I put it in my pocket and I gave it all to Jenny.
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me.
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
Being drunk and weary, I went to take a slumber.
To dream of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
Jenny took my charges and filled them up with water.
Sent for Captain Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
It was early in the morning as I rose to travel.
In came a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell.
I went to shoot my pistol for she stole away my rapier.
I couldn't fire the water so a prisoner I was taken.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
(John Ryan's Polka)
If anyone can help me it's my brother in the army.
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
We'd both go a roving through the mountains of Kilkenny.
I'm sure he'll treat me better than my darling sporting Jenny.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
Some take delight in the hurling and the bowling.
Others take delight in the carriages a rolling.
Me I take delight in the juice of the barley.
And courting with the women in the morning bright and early.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
Musha ring dumma doo dumma da.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
Whack fol the daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
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Writer(s): Dp, Philip Parris Lynott, Brian Michael Downey, Eric Bell
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