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As I was going over Gilgarra mountain,
I spied Captain Farrell and his money he was counting;
First I drew my pistol and then I drew my rapier,
Saying, "Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver."
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy-o,
Whack fol the daddy-o, there's whisky in the jar.
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in my pocket to take home to darling Jenny;
She sighed and swore she loved me, and never would deceive me,
But the devil take the woman for she always lied so easy.
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy-o,
Whack fol the daddy-o, there's whisky in the jar.
I went into the chamber all for to take a slumber,
To dream of gold and girls. And of course, it was no wonder;
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
Called on Captain Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy-o,
Whack fol the daddy-o, there's whisky in the jar.
Next morning early, before I rose to travel,
A-came a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell;
I went to draw my pistol for she'd stole away my rapier.
Couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy-o,
Whack fol the daddy-o, there's whisky in the jar.
They put me into jail with a judge all a-writin'
Robbing Captain Farrell on Gilgarra mountain;
But they didn't take me fists and I knocked the jailer down,
And bid a fine farewell to this tight-fisted town.
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy-o,
Whack fol the daddy-o, there's whisky in the jar.
I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army,
I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killerney;
Together we'd go roaming over the mountains of Kilkenny,
And I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darling sporting Jenny.
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy-o,
Whack fol the daddy-o, there's whisky in the jar.
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling,
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bolling;
But me, I take delight in the juice of the barley,
Courting pretty maids in the morning, oh so early.
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy-o,
Whack fol the daddy-o, there's whisky in the jar.
A variant was collected by MacEdward Leach and published as #117, There's Whiskey In The Jar in Folk Ballads And Songs Of The Lower Labrador Coast by the National Museum of Canada (Ottawa, 1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.
A variant was recorded by Ryan's Fancy (Curragh's Minstrels, Rocks And Whiskey, ©1971, Gunn Records).
See more songs by Ryan's Fancy.
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As [C] I was going over [Am] Gilgarra mountain,
I [F] spied Captain Farrell and his [C] money he was counting.
[C] First I drew my pistol and [Am] then I drew my rapier,
Saying, "[F] Stand and deliver for I am [C] your bold deceiver."
Mu-sha [G7] ring-um du-ram da. [C] Whack fol the daddy-o,
[Am] Whack fol the [F] daddy-o, there's [C] whisky in [G7] the [C] jar.
