Whiskey In The Jar Lyrics - Heritage - The Irish Tenors

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains 

I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' 

I first produced my pistol and then I drew my rapier 

Saying, "Stand and deliver, for I am the bold deceiver" 

With your ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da 

Whack for the daddy-o 

Whack for the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny 

I put it in my pocket and I brought 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 

With your ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da 

Whack for the daddy-o 

Whack for the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

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 drew my charges and she filled them up with water 

And called on Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter 

With your ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da 

Whack for the daddy-o 

Whack for the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

And 'twas early in the morning before I rose to travel 

Up came a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell 

I first produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier 

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

With your ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da 

Whack for the daddy-o 

Whack for the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

If anyone can aid me, it's me brothers in the army 

If I can find their station in Cork or in Killarney 

And if they come and join us, we'll go roving in Kilkenny 

And I guess they'll treat me better than my darling, sportin' Jenny 

With your ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da 

Whack for the daddy-o 

Whack for the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

With your ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da 

Whack for the daddy-o 

Whack for the daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar