Whiskey in the Jar

LI. Corbin

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does anyone know the words of this traditional irish song?
les corbin

Kyle Harris

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Also called "Gilgarra Mountain" or "Kilgarry Mountain". As with any old
folk song, the lyrics here may differ somewhat from someone else's
version. That's OK! - - It's the folk process!

sue harris

WHISKEY IN THE JAR
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As I was going over the Gilgarra Mountain,
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting,
I first produced me pistol and then I drew my sabre
Saying "Stand and deliver for I'm a bold deceiver"

chorus
With me ring dum a doodle um dah
[or sometimes "Mush a rig-um-doo-rum-da]
whack fol the daddy o,
Whack fol the 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 gave it to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she would never betray me
But the Devil take the women for they never can be easy
[or "But the Devil take the women for they always lie so easy"]

I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water
And she sent for Captain Farrell to be ready at the slaughter

And't was early in the morning before I rose to travel
Up come a band of footmen and with them Captain Farrell
I then produced my pistol for she stole away my sabre
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

And if anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army
If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'd come and join me, we'd go roving in Kilkenny
I'll engage he'd treat me fairer than my darling sporting Jenny

Earth and Sky

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LI. Corbin wrote:
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> does anyone know the words of this traditional irish song?
> les corbin

Here you go! Enjoy!
Cindra

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Whiskey In The Jar
(Trad)

This is a lively song very popular in Ireland. It is the story of a
highwayman who is
betrayed by the woman he loves and is subsequently taken prisoner.

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