Whiskey In The Jar As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said "Stand there or deliver" or the devil he may take you. Musha ring dum-a do, dum-a dai Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar! I took all of his money, it made a pretty penny I took all of his money and I brought it home to Jenny She swore that she loved me, never would she leave me. May the devil take that woman, for she never can't be easy. I went up to my chamber, just for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewelery and for sure 't was no wonder. But Jenny drew my charges and filled them up with water Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter 't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel Up came a band of footmen and a likewise captain Farrell; I first produced me 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 't is my brother in the army If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney And if he will go with me, we'll go rovin' near Kilkenny And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny.