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Wiskey In The Jar Lyrics - Singles - Dubliners

As I was a goin' 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 he were a bold deceiver 

 

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da 

Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

 

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny 

I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny 

She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me 

But the devil take the women for they never can be easy 

 

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da 

Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

 

I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber 

I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder 

But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water 

Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter 

 

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da 

Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

 

And 't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel 

Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell 

I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier 

I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken 

 

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da 

Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

 

There's some take delight in the carriages a rolling 

and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling 

but I take delight in the juice of the barley 

and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early 

 

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da 

Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

 

And if anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army 

If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney 

And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenney 

And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny 

 

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da 

Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar