Whiskey in the JarI met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier Sayin' "Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver." Chorus Musha-ring-um-a-durum-a-da, whack-fol-the-daddy-oh Whack-fol-the-daddy-oh, 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 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 Chorus I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure, it was no wonder For my Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water And she sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter Chorus T'was early in the mornin', before I rose to travel Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell I then produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken Chorus Now if anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney And if he'd come and join me, we'd go roving in Killkenny I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darlin' sportin' Jenny Chorus x 2 |