Whiskey in the Jar

A highwayman robs an official and a woman betrays him; probably 17th century, and the Dubliners, Thin Lizzy (1972) and Metallica (1998) each took it up.

C Am As I was going over the far fam'd Kerry Mountains, F C G I met with Captain Farrel, and his money he was countin', C Am I first produced my pistol, and I then produced my rapier, F C Sayin': "Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver". G Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, C Whack for the daddy ol', F Whack for the daddy ol', C G C There's whiskey in the jar. C Am I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny, F C G I put it in my pocket, and I took it home to Jenny, C Am She sighed, and she swore that she never would deceive me, F C But the devil take the women for they never can be easy. G Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, C Whack for the daddy ol', F Whack for the daddy ol', C G C There's whiskey in the jar. C Am I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber, F C G I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder, C Am But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them out with water, F C Then sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter. G Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, C Whack for the daddy ol', F Whack for the daddy ol', C G C There's whiskey in the jar. C Am 'Twas early in the morning just before I rose to travel, F C G Up comes a band of footmen and likewise, Captain Farrel, C Am I first produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier, F C But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken. G Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, C Whack for the daddy ol', F Whack for the daddy ol', C G C There's whiskey in the jar. C Am Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling F C G And others take delight in the hurling and the bowling C Am But I take delight in the juice of the barley F C And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early G Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, C Whack for the daddy ol', F Whack for the daddy ol', C G C There's whiskey in the jar. C Am If anyone can aid me 'tis my brother in the army, F C G If I can find his station, in Cork or in Killarney, C Am And if he'll go with me we'll go roving in Kilkenny, F C And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my old a-sporting Jenny. G Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, C Whack for the daddy ol', F Whack for the daddy ol', C G C There's whiskey in the jar.

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