Gilgarra Mountain Lyrics - Peter, Paul & Mary

As I was a goin' over Gilgarra Mountain 

I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin' 

First I drew me pistols, and then I drew me a rapier, sayin' 

"Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver" 

Mush-a-ring-um duram da 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Theres whiskey in the jar 

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny 

I put in me pocket to take home to darlin' 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 

Mush-a-ring-um duram da 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Theres whiskey in the jar 

I went into me chamber a'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 Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter 

Mush-a-ring-um duram da 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Theres whiskey in the jar 

Next mornin' early before I rose to travel 

Up came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell 

I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier 

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

Mush-a-ring-um duram da 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Theres whiskey in the jar 

They put me into jail with the judge all a-writin' 

"Robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain." 

But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down 

And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town 

Mush-a-ring-um duram da 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Theres whiskey in the jar 

I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army 

I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killarney 

Together we'd go roamin' over the mountains of Kilkenny 

And I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darlin' sportin' Jenny 

Mush-a-ring-um duram da 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Theres whiskey in the jar 

There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin' 

And some takes delight in the hurlin' or the bowlin' 

But I takes delight in the juice of the barley 

Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin' oh so early 

Mush-a-ring-um duram da 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Whack fol the daddy O 

Theres whiskey in the jar