Whisky in the jar

As I was agoin’, over far Gilgarra mountain

I spied Colonel Farrel, and his money he was counting’.

First I drew my pistols, and then I drew my rapier

Sayin’: Stand and deliver, for I am your bold deceiver

Chorus      Musha ring damma do damma da

                 Wack fol the daddyo

                 Wack fol the daddyo

                 There’s whisky in the jar

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny

I put it in my pocket, to take home to darling Jenny

She sighed and swore she loved me, and never would deceive me,

But the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy


I went into me chamber, all for to take a slumber,

To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder,

Me Jenny took me charges, and she filled them up with water,

Called on Captain Farrel, to get ready for the slaughter


It was early in the morning, before I rose for travel,

Acame a band of footmen, and likewise Captain Farrell,

I goes to draw my pistol, for she’d stole away me rapier

But I couldn’t shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken


They put me into jail, with a judge all a writin’

Robbin Captain Farrell, on Gilgarra Mountain.

But they didn’t take me fists, and I knocked the jailer down,

And bid a farewell, to this tight fisted town.


I’d like to find me brother, the one that’s in the army

But I don’t know where he’s stationed, in Cork or in Killarney

Together we’d go roaming, o’er the mountains of Kilkenny

And I sweat he’d treat me fairer, than me darlin’ sportin’ Jenny