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Whiskey in the jar Traditional
As [C]I was goin' over the [Am]far famed Kerry mountains,
I [F]met with Captain Farrell and his [C]money he was co[Am]unt'n.
I [C]first produced me pistol, and [Am]then I drew me rapier,
Sayin' [F]stand and deliver for I [C]am a bold dec[Am]eiver.
Musha [G7]rig um du rum da
[C]Whack fol de [C7]daddy o
[F]Whack fol de daddy o
There's [C]whiskey [G]in the [C]jar
He [C]counted out his money and it [Am]made a pretty penny,
I [F]put it in me pocket and I [C]took it home to [Am]Jenny.
She [C]smiled and she swore that she [Am]never would betray me,
But the [F]divil take the women for they [C]ne'er can be [Am]easy.
I [C]went into me chamber all [Am]for to take a slumber
I [F]dreamt of gold and jewels and for [C]sure it was no [Am]wonder,
[C]But Jenny drew me charges and [Am]she filled them up with water,
And [F]sent for Captain Farrel, to be [C]ready for the [Am]slaughter.
'Twas [C]early in the morning be[Am]fore I rose to travel,
Up [F]comes a band of footmen and [C]likewise Captain [Am]Farrell;
[C]I first produced me pistol, for Jenny'd [Am]stole me rapier
But I [F]could na' shoot the water, so a [C]prisoner I was [Am]taken.
They [C]throwed me into prison with[Am]out no judge nor writin'
For [F]robbin' Captain Farrell up on [C]Kilgary [Am]Mountain
But they [C]did not take me fists so I [Am]knocked the jailer down
And I [F]bid meself adieu to the [C]jail in Sligo [Am]Town
And [C]if anyone can aid me, 'tis me [Am]brother in the army,
If [F]I could learn his station in [C]Cork or in Kil[Am]larney.
[C]And if he'd come and join me we'd go [Am]roving through Kilkenny,
I'll [F]engage he'd treat me fairer than me [C]darlin' sportin' [Am]Jenny.
Now [C]some takes delight in the [Am]boxin' and the bowlin',
and [F]some gets their delight in the [C]hurlin' and the [Am]rollin'.
[C]Well I gets my delight in the [Am]juice of the barley,
And [F]courtin' pretty ladies in the [C]mornin' ah so [Am]early.