Whiskey in the Jar

words and music traditional

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.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver.

musha ring dumma do dumma da
whack for the daddy ‘o
whack for 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 took it home to Jenny.
She smiled and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the woman, for they never can be easy.

I went into my chamber,  for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and  sure it was no wonder.
For Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
And sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

It was early in the morning, before I rose up for travel,
Along came a bunch of soldiers and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

If anyone can aid me, it’s my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Corkor in Killarney.
And if he’ll come and save me, we’ll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he’ll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny.

Now some men take delight in the carriages a rolling
But others take delight in the hurling and the bowling.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early