Codex Studiosorum Bruxellensis
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 me pistol And I then produced me rapier Saying: "Stand and deliver For you are the bold deceiver."
Musha ring durram do durram dah,
Whack fol the daddy o,(BIS)
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, 'Cause 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 drew me charges And she filled them up with water Then send for Captain Farrell To be ready for the slaughter
It was early in the morning, Just before I rose to travel Up comes a band of footmen And likewise Captain Farrell I first produced my pistol, For she'd stolen away my rapier I couldn't shoot the water, So a prisoner I was taken
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 roving in Kilkenny And I'm sure he'll treat me better, Than my only sporting Jenny
Now there's some who take delight In the carriages a-rolling And others take delight In the hurley and the bowling But I take delight In the juice of the barley And courting pretty fair maids In the morning bright and early
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