Whiskey In The Jar
As I was goin’ over the far-famed Kilgarry Mountains
I met with Captain Ferrel, and his money he was countin’
So I produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
Sayin’: Stand and deliver, for I’m your bold deceiver

Chorus: Mush a ring um a dor uma da
Wack fol the daddy-o
Wack fol the daddy-o, there’s whiskey in the jar
I counted up his money, and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She vowed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the divil take the women for they never can go easy
I went in to my chamber all for to take my slumber
I dreamed of gold and jewels, and sure it was no wonder
For Jenny stole my charges and she filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Ferrel to be ready for my slaughter
As I rose up next morning it surly did astound me
For there was Captain Ferrel, and his guards were all around me
So I produced my pistols, for she’d stolen away my rapier
But I couldn’t shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
Well they took me to jail with neither judge nor writin’
For robbin’ Captain Ferrel up on Kilgarry Mountain
But they didn’t take me fists, so I knocked the jailer down
And bade a fond farewell to that jail in Sligo town
Now if any one can aide me it’s me brother in the army
But I don’t know where he’s stationed; is it Cork, or in Kilarney
Together we’d go roamin’ in the mountains in Kilkenny
And I’m sure he’d treat me better than me darlin’, sportin’ Jenny
Now some men take delight in the hurlin’ and the bowlin’
And others take delight in their carriages a rollin’
But me, I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courtin’ pretty fair maids in the mornin’ bright and early