Traditional
Whiskey in the jar
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 then produced my
Rapier
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver

Musha 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

I went into my chamber, 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 for the
Slaughter

It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel
The guards were all around me and likewise captain
Farrel
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my
Rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was
Taken

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 near
Kilkenny
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling
Sportling Jenny
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the
Roving
But others take delight in the gambling and the
Smoking
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright
And early