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Whiskey In The Jar Lyrics

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
                 I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
                  I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier
                   Sayin' "stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver"
                   Musha ring dumma do damma da - whack fol the daddy oh
                   Whack fol the daddy oh, there's whiskey in the jar
                I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny
                 I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny
                  She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me
                   But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
                I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber
                 I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
                  But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
                   And sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
                It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel
                 The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrell
                  I first produced my pistol, for she'd stolen away my rapier
                   But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
                If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army
                 If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
                  And if he'll come with me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny
                   And I'm sure he'll treat me better than me darling sporting Jenny
                Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving
                 But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking
                  But I take delight in the juice of the barley
                   And courting pretty Jenny in the morning bright and early
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