Whisky en la jarra ("Whiskey in the Jar")

Whisky en la jarra ("Whiskey in the jar") - Nuestro Pequeño Mundo

As I was a goin' over Gilgarry Mountain

I spied Captain Farrell

And his money he was countin'

First I drew my pistol

And then I drew my rapier

Sayin' Stand deliver

For I am your bold deceiver

Musha ring damaduda mada

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

He counted out his money

And it made a pretty penny

I put it in my pocket

To take home to darling Jenny

She sighed and swore she loved me

And never would deceive me

But the devil take the women

For they always lie so easy

Musha ring damaduda mada

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

I went into me chamber

All for to take a slumber

To dream of gold and girls

And of course it was no wonder

Me Jenny took me charges

And she filled them up with water

Called on Captain Farrell

To get ready for a slaughter

Musha ring damaduda mada

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

Next morning early

Before I rose for travel

There came a band of footmen

And with them Captain Farrell

I goes to draw my pistol for

She'd stole away my rapier

But a prisoner I was taken

I couldn't shoot the water

Musha ring damaduda mada

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

They put me into jail

With a judge all a writin'

For robbin' Captain Farrell

Over Gilgarry Mountain

They didn't take my fists

So I knocked the jailer down

And bid a farewell

To this tight fisted town

Musha ring damaduda mada

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar

Musha ring damaduda mada

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There's whiskey in the jar