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As I was going over the Kilmagenny mountain
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
Kertos{je: musha ring dumma do damma da ( tai jotain )
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
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
Kertos{e, elikk{ Chorus
I went into my chamber, 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 send for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
Chorus
It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel,
the guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
but I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
Chorus
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 and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
and I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny
Chorus
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
Chorus
from http://ameba.lpt.fi/~zaphod/lyrics/whiskey_in_the_jar
Jerry sings a somewhat different version
As I was a goinU over Gilgarra mountain,
F C Am
I met Colonel Pepper and his money he was counting
F C Am
I drew forth my pistol and rattled my saber
F C Am
Saying, "Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver."
G7
Musha ringum duram da
C C7
Whack! Fol de daddy-o
F
Whack! Fol de daddy-o
C G7 C
ThereUs whiskey in the jar
The shining yellow coins did sure look bright and jolly
I took the money home and I gave it to my Molly
She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me
But the devilUs in the women and they never can be easy
When I awoke between the hours of six and seven
Guards were standing Tround me in numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistol, but alas, I was mistaken
I fired off my pistols and a prisoner was taken
They put me in jail without a judge or jury
For robbing Colonel Pepper in the morning so early
They didnUt take my fist so I knocked down the sentry
And I bid a long farewell to that cold penitentiary
Some take delight in fishing and bowling
Others take delight in the carriage a rollinU
I take delight in the juice of the barley
Courting pretty women in the morninU so early
http://www.rukind.com/music/gdtunes/opentext.asp?filename=/gdtunes/whskyjar.htm
Here's another version from
http://www.genevaonline.com/~exeljb/formats/frames/met/lyrics/met-gi.whiskey.ly.html
Whiskey In The Jar
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell, his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she trick me easy
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da