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
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
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
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
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