Whiskey In The Jar
Traditional


   C                    Am
As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains,
  F                               C            G
I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was countin'
  C                            Am
I first produced me pistol and then produced me rapier
        F                         C
Sayin' "Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver"



[chorus – repeat after each verse]
      G
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
C
Whack fol the daddy-o
F
Whack fol the daddy-o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar



  C                            Am
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
  F                         C               G
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
    C                         Am
She sighed and she swore that she ne’er would deceive me
        F                             C
But the devil take that women for she never can be easy



  C                        Am
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
  F                                 C               G
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
    C                         Am
But Jenny drew me charges and filled them out with water
     F                              C 
Then sent for Captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter



     C                            Am
'Twas early in the morning just before I rose to travel
   F                           C                G
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrel
  C                                Am
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
      F                             C 
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken



   C                          Am
If anyone can help me 'tis me brother in the army
   F                         C          G
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
    C                              Am
And if he will go with me we'll go roving in Kilkenny
    F                                             C
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than me old a-sporting Jenny



    C                                Am
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
    F                          C               G
And others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
    C                                  Am
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
    F                                 C 
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early


[repeat chorus x2]