WHISKEY IN THE JAR (Traditional / Arr: Galleon)

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains,
Met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting,
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier,
Saying stand and deliver you are a bold deceiver.

With your ring - dum - a - do, dum - a - da,
Whack - fol - do - dad - di - o, whack - fol - do - dad - di - o,
There's whiskey in the jar.

He counted out his money it made a pretty penny,
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny,
She sighed and she swore that never would she leave me,
The devil take the women, they never can be easy.

I went unto my chamber all for to take a slumber,
Dreamt of golden jewels and sure it was no wonder
Jenny took my charges, filled them up with water,
Sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.

It was early next morning when I arose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell,
For Jenny drew my charges, filled them up with water,
Couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

If there's anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army,
If I could find his station in Cork or in Killarney,
And if he'll come and find me, we'll go roaming in Kilkenny,
I know he'll treat me better than my darling, sporting Jenny.

There's some take a like to the hurling and the football,
Some take a like in the carriages a-rolling,
I take a like in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.