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Whisky in the Jar
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrel, and his money he was count-in'.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier,
Saying "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold deceiver."
Mushla ringum duram di.
Wack for the darrio. Wack for the darrio.
There's whisky in the jar!
I counted out my money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket, and I gave it to my Jenny.
She sighed, and she swore that she never would betray me.
But, the devil take the women, for they never can go easy.
I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber.
I dreamt of gold and jewels, and sure it was no wonder.
For Jenny took my charges, and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for Captain Farrel to make ready for the slaughter.
'Twas early in the morning, before I rose to travel.
The guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.
Well, if anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army.
I think that he is stationed in Cork or in Killarney.
And, if he'd come and join me, we'd go rovin in Kilkenny.
I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darlin', sportin' Jenny!
Some take delight in hurling, and others still in bowling.
Still others take delight in the carriages a'rolling.
But, I take delight in the juice of the Barley,
And kissin' pretty women when the sun is risin' early.