Whiskey in the jar (Trad)

As I was going over the Gilgarra mountain

I spotted corneal Farrell and his money he was counting.

First I drew my pistol, and than I drew my rapier.

Saying stand up and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

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musha ring dumma do damma da

whack for the daddy 'ol

whack for the daddy 'ol

there's whiskey in the jar

Well he counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.

I put it in my pocket to take home to darling Jenny.

She said and swore she loved me, and never would deceive me,

but the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy

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I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,

To dream of gold and girls and of course it was no wonder.

But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,

and called for corneal Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

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Well next morning early, before I rose to travel,

Acame a band of footman and likewise corneal Farrel.

I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,

And a prisoner I was taken for I couldn’t shoot the water.

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Well they put me into jail, with the judge all awriting

Robbing corneal Farrel, up on Gilgarra Mountain

Well they didn’t take me fists, and I knocked the jailer down

And bid a farewell to this tight fisted town

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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 Killarney.

Together we go roaming of the mountains of Kilkenny,

I swear he'll treat me fairer than me sporting darling Jenny

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There’s some takes delight in the carriages o rolling,

Some takes delight in the hurly of the balling.

But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,

Courting pretty maids in the morning o so early

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