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As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was countin' I first produced me pistol, I then produced me rapier Sayin', "Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver" With yer ring dum a der dum a 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 brought it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore that she would ne'er deceive me But the Devil take the women, ya never can believe 'em With yer ring dum a der dum a da Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I went on to me chambers, all for to take a slumber Dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water Sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter With yer ring dum a der dum a da Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar 'Twas early in the mornin', just before I rose to travel The guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrell I first produced me pistol for she'd stolen away me rapier I couldn't shoot the water, a prisoner I was taken With yer ring dum a der dum a da Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar With yer ring dum a der dum a da Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army I don't know where his station is, in Cork or in Killarney If he'll come and join me, we'll go rovin' through Kilkenny I swear he'll treat me better than me own a-sporting Jenny With yer ring dum a der dum a da Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar With yer ring dum a der dum a da (ring dum da) Whack fol the daddy-o (ring dum da) whack fol the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar
Writer(s): Traditional, Tommy Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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