There's Whiskey in the Jar
Brian O'Lea - Vocals	Wayne Morris - Guitars and Bass

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, then I produced my rapier said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver

Chorus : Musha ma ring dumma do damma da whack for the daddy 'ol, whack for the daddy 'ol, 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 said and she swore, that she never would deceive me but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
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I went into my chambers, all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water then sent for Captain Farrel to be ready at the slaughter.
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It was early in the morning, as I rose up to travel the guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrel
I first produced my pistol, but it wouldn't fire but water she stole away my rapier so a prisoner I was taken
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If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army if I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving in Kilkenny and I swear he'll treat me fairer than me sporting darling Jenny
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Now if some men they like fishing and there's other they like a fighting and others take their delight in the gambling and the smoking
But I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty women in the morning bright and early
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