Christy Moore - Whiskey In The Jar lyrics

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