As I was goin’ over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin’
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said, “Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take you!”
Musha ring dum a doo dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she’d love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha ring dum a doo dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly’s chamber
Takin’ my Molly with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a do dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin’ and some men like the fowlin’
And some men like to hear the cannon ball a-roarin’
Me, I like sleepin’, ‘specially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Musha ring dum a do dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tu5voeIiNxM
My favorite version of Whisky in the Jar:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r_TK9inV0Q
...by Santiano, a German (!) band!
Come on you weavers you Caltan weavers
Come all you young men where e’er you be
Beware of whiskey, Nancy whiskey
She’ll ruin you like she ruined me
Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskey Nancy-O
Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskey Nancy-O
There are at least five versions of that great ol’ ditty, Whiskey in the Jar. Mine is a bit different:
As I was a-walkin’ over Kilgarry mountain, spied Cap’n Farrell and his money he was countin’
First produced me pistol, then I pulled me rapier,
sayin’ “Stand and deliver, for I am your bold deceiver”
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny, put it in me pocket to take home to Darlin’ Jenny,
she sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me,
Divil take the women for they always lie so easy,
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
I went into me chamber, all for to take a slumber,
dreamed of gold and jewels, sure it was no wonder
But Jenny pulled me charges and filled ‘em up with water,
then sent for Cap’n Farrell to make ready for the slaughter
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
Next mornin’ early, before I rose to travel,
up stepped a band of footmen and likewise Cap’n Farrell
I tried to fire my pistol, for she’d stolen away me rapier
But I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
They put me in jail without judge or writin’
For robbing Cap’n Farrell on that Kilgarry Mountain
But they didn’t take my fists so I knocked the jailer down
And bid a fond farewell to that jail in Sligo town.
I’d like to find me brother, the one that’s in the army,
don’t know where he’s stationed if it’s Cork or Killarney;
together we’d go roamin’ o’er the mountains of Kilkenny
I swear he’d treat me fairer than my darlin Sportin’ Jenny
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
Some take delight in the carriages a-rollin’,
others take delight in the hurley or the bowlin’;
I take delight in the juice of the barley,
and courtin’ pretty fair maids in the mornin’ oh so early
Musha ring dumma-doo dumma-dah (four hand claps)
Whack fol the diddle oh, (two hand claps) whack fol the diddle oh, there’s whisky in the jar.
Great ol’ pub sing along-participation (hand claps!) tune. Our local pub has the Irish session this evening; if I get the call to sit in, maybe I’ll do it!