Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over

the far fam'd Kerry Mountains,

I met with Captain Farrel,

and his money he was countin',

I first produced my pistol,

and then withdrew my saber,

Sayin': "Stand and deliver for

you are a bold deceiver".

Mush-a-ring dum a doo dum a da,
Whack fol my daddy o,

Whack fol my 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,
But Jenny drew me charges

and she filled them up with water

Then sent for captain Farrell

to be ready for the slaughter

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Mush-a-ring dum a doo dum a da,
Whack fol my daddy o,

Whack fol my daddy o,

There’s whiskey in the jar.

  
'Twas early in the morning

just before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen

and likewise, Captain Farrel,

I first produced my pistol for

Jenny stole away my rapier,

But I couldn't shoot the water,

so a prisoner I was taken.

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Mush-a-ring dum a doo dum a da,
Whack fol my daddy o,

Whack fol my daddy o,

There’s whiskey in the jar.

There's some take delight

in the carriages a rolling
and 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

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Mush-a-ring dum a doo dum a da,
Whack fol my daddy o,

Whack fol my daddy o,

There’s whiskey in the jar.