Whiskey In The Jar

Whiskey In The Jar - Ewan MacColl

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

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

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 penn

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

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

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

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

It was 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'd stole away my

Rapier

But I creash a prisoner I was taken pray a good water

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

And lucked funny the brother the warning in the army

I don't find a station in Cork or in Killarney

To get we'll go roaming in the mountain of Kilkenny

And welling treat me better than my only sporting Jenny

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar