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WHISKEY IN THE JAR

 As I was a goin' 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 he were a bold deceiver

REFRAIN
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for the daddy-o
Whack for the daddy-o
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 took it home to Jenny
She sighed, and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

REFRAIN
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for the daddy-o
Whack for the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

'Twas early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

REFRAIN
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for the daddy-o
Whack for the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
 
If anyone can help me, 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' Kilkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny
 
REFRAIN
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for the daddy-o
Whack for the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
 
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for the daddy-o
Whack for the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar 

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