Whiskey In The Jar


As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met the Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I drew forth my pistol and I rattled with my sabre
Said stand 'n deliver or the devil he may take ya

 

Ch:

Musha rin dama du dama da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I took it home to Molly and I showed her I had plenny
She swore that she'd love me and never would she leave me
But the devil's in the women for you know they can't be easy

Ch:
Musha rin dama du dama da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary I went up to my chamber
Takin' my money with me for I never knew the danger
But Molly drew me charges and she filled 'em up with water
Then sent for Captain Farrell to get ready for the slaughter

Ch:
Musha rin dama du dama da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

It was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
In came a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol never thought about my sabre
I couldn't shoot the water, so they took me as a prisoner

Ch:
Musha rin dama du dama da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

If anyone can help me it's my brother in the army
I don't know where he's stationed be in Cork or in Killarney
Together we'll go roving through the Moutains of Kilkenny.
Looking out for whiskey and the one and other penny

Ch:
Musha rin dama du dama da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Some man take delight in the fishing or the strolling
Others take delight in the carriage a-rollin'
I take delight in the juice of the barley
Courting pretty women in the morning so early


Ch:
Musha rin dama du dama da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

 

© Trad. arr. by Ian Andrews