Whiskey in the jar

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,
Saying Stand and Deliver for I am a bold deceiver.

Whack for my Daddio,
Whack for my Daddio,
There's whiskey in the jar.

I counted up the money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny,
She sighed and she swore that she ne'er would betray me,
But the devil take the women for you know she tricked me 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 drew my charges and she filled them up with water,
She sent for Captain Farrell, to be ready for the slaughter.

'Twas early in the morning, before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of soldiers and likewise Captain Farrell,
When I drew my pistol, for she had stole away my sabre,
I couldn't shoot with water, so a prisoner I was taken.

If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I but knew his station in Cork or in Killarney,
And if he'd come and join me, we'd go roving in Kilkenny,
He'd treat me a damn sight better than my darling sporting Jenny.


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