Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains, I
Met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting__ I
First produced my pistol and then put out my rapier Saying
Stand and deliver for you are the bold deceiver With my
(clap four times) Whack fol the dol fol the da, whack fol te dah di oh,
Whack fol the dah de oh, There's whiskey in the jar.

He counted out his money, it made a pretty penny, I
Put it in my pocket and I gave it to my Jenny, She
Sigh'd and she swore she never would betray me But the
Devil take the women for they never can be easy
Chorus I went unto my chamber all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and sure it was no wonder,
But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them all with water,
And she sent for Captain Farrell, to be ready for the slaughter.

Chorus

And 'twas early in the morning before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell;
I then produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

Chorus

And if anyone can aid me, 'tis my brother in the army,
If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney,
And if he'd come and join me we'd go roving in Kilkenny,
I'll engage he'd treat me fairer than my darling sporting Jenny.

Chorus

There's some take delight in the hurling and the bowling,
Others take delight in the carriages a-rolling;
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty women when the sun is rising early.
Chorus

From the Appletree Press title A Little Irish Songbook. Click here to order from Amazon.com or here for more info.

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