Whiskey In The Jar
 
Traditional
 
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.
 
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier saying,
“Stand and deliver for I am a bold deceiver!”
 
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.
 
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 fine my brother, who’s 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 besides my faithless Jenny.