Whiskey in the Jar

by The Dubliners, c. 1650

v.1
DAs I was goin' over the BmCork & Kerry mountains
GI met with Captain Farrel and his Dmoney he was countin'
DI first produced my pistols, and Bmthen produced my rapier
Said Gstand and deliver for you Dare a bold deciever
Chorus:
Musha Aring dumma do damma da
DWhack for the daddy-o, Gwhack for the daddy-o
There's Dwhiskey Ain the Djar
v.2
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pockets and I brought 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
Rpt. Ch.
v.3
I went off to my chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
Rpt. Ch.
v.4
It was early in the mornin' before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrel
I first produced my pistol for she'd stolen away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water and a prisoner I was taken
Rpt. Ch.
v.5
If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
An' if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' in Kilkenney
I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own sportlin' Jenny
Rpt. Ch.
v.6
Now some men take delight in the carriages a rollin'
But others take delight in the hurlin' and the bowlin'
But I take me delight in the juice of the barley
And courtin' pretty fair maids in the mornin' bright an early

Rpt Ch. 2t. to end