Whiskey In The Jar Christy Moore

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 I then produced my
Rapier
Saying stand and deliver for you are my bould deciever

Musha ring dumma do dumma da
Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would decieve
Me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

Musha ring dumma do dumma da
Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I went up to my chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of golden jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with
Water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the
Slaughter