Christy Moore - Whiskey In The Jar lyrics

rate me

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains

I met with captain Farrell and his money he was

Counting

I first produced my pistol and I then produced my

Rapier

Saying stand and deliver for you are my bould deciever

Musha ring dumma do dumma da

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny

I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny

She sighed and she swore that she never would decieve

Me

But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

Musha ring dumma do dumma da

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

I went up to my chamber all for to take a slumber

I dreamt of golden jewels and for sure it was no wonder

But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with

Water

Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the

Slaughter

Musha ring dumma do dumma da

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

It was early in the morning just before I rose to

Travel

Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell

I first produced my pistol for she'd stole away my

Rapier

I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken

Musha ring dumma do dumma da

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

And if anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army

If I can find a station in Cork or in Killarney

And if he'll go with me we'll go roaming in Kilkenny

And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my only

Sporting Jenny

Musha ring dumma do dumma da

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar