Whiskey In The Jar

As I was goin' over Kilgarra Mountain

I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was countin'

First, I drew my pistol, and I rattled forth my saber

Sayin', "Stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver"

Mush-a-ring-um-do-um-da

Whack for the daddy-o

Whack for the daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

He counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny

I took the money home, and I gave it to my Jenny

She cried, and she swore that she never would deceive me

But the Dеvil is in the women, and they nеver will be easy

Mush-a-ring-um-do-um-da

Whack for the daddy-o

Whack for the daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

Early in the mornin', 'tween the hours of six and seven

The guards were standin' 'round me, and numbers are uneven

I flew to my pistols, but alas, I was mistaken

For Jenny wet the powder, and a prisoner I was taken

Mush-a-ring-um-do-um-da

Whack for the daddy-o

Whack for the daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

I think I'll find my brother, the one that's in the army

I don't know where he's stationed, is it Cork or in Killarney?

Together we'll go roamin' in the mountains of Kilkenny

And I dare he'll treat me fairer than my darlin', sportin' Jenny

Mush-a-ring-um-do-um-da

Whack for the daddy-o

Whack for the daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

Some take delight in fishin' and a-bowlin'

Others take delight in the carriage rollin'

But I take delight in the juice of the barley

A-courtin' pretty girls in the mornin' so early

Mush-a-ring-um-do-um-da

Whack for the daddy-o

Whack for the daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

Mush-a-ring-um-do-um-da

Whack for the daddy-o

Whack for the daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar (let's sing it one more time)

Mush-a-ring-um-do-um-da

Whack for the daddy-o

Whack for the daddy-o