Whisky In The Jar

As I was going over the far-famed Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money, he was countin'
Well, I first produced my pistol, then rattled forth my saber
Sayin', "Stand and deliver, for I am the Bold Deceiver!"

Musha rig rumma du rumma da Whack fol the daddy-oh
Whack fol the daddy-oh There's whisky in the jar

Well, he counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I took the booty home with me and gave it to my Jenny
She kissed me and she swore that she never would deceive me
But, while I was a sleepin', of my blade she did relieve me

Musha rig...

It was early in the morning I awoke to Jenny's favour
The guards were standin' `round me, and me without my saber
Well, I flew to my pistol, but alas, I was mistaken
For Jenny's wet the powder and it's a pris'ner I am taken

Musha rig...

Well, they hauled me off to gaol, without no judge nor lawyer
And the arm of Captain Farrell around Jenny, my destroyer
But they didn't tie my fists, so I knocked the sentry down
And I bid a fond farewell to the gaol in Slaigo Town

Musha rig...

Now, I think I'll find my brother: the one what's in the army
I don't know where he's station'd; Is it Cork or in Killarney?
Together we'll go rovin'and drink barrels of Kilkenny
And I know he'll treat me fairer than my darlin' whorin' Jenny

Musha rig...

There's some who take delight in fishin' and in bowlin'
While others take delight in their carraiges a-rollin'
But me, I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courtin' pretty maids in the mornin' bright an' early

Musha rig...