Whiskey In The Jar -----
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I mat with Captain Farrel and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
saying "Stand and deliver for I am a bold deceiver!"
With me ring dum-a-doo dum-a-da.
Whack fol the daddy o,
whack fol the daddy ay,
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 brought it home to Jenny
She sighed and she vowed that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.
I went into her chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny took my pistols and she filled them full of water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.
'Twas early in the morning just before I rose to travel
The redcoats stood around the bed and likewise Captain Farrell
I then produced my pistols for she stole away my rapier
I couldn't shoot with water so a prisoner I was taken.
They threw me into prison, bound without a writ or bounty
For robbin' Captain Farrell near the Cork and Kerry mountains
But they couldn't take me fist so I punched and knocked the sentry
And bade no farewell to the Captain or the gentry .
If I could find my brother who is listed in the army
I know that he would rescue me in Cork or in Killarney
We'd set out from this place and go roving in Kilkenny
I'd be much safer there than beside my faithless Jenny.
Some men delight in fishing, others they like bowling
Some men like the fields or the sea that goes a-rolling
But me I take my pleasures in the juice of the barley
And not courting pretty maidens in the morning bright and early.
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