Whiskey In The Jar

As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver

Chorus:
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
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 for they never can be easy

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I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

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't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

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Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling 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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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 rovin' through Killkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny

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Whiskey in the jar

Open
Sides Face Grand Square
* As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
* I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
* I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
* Saying "Stand and deliver" for I am a bold deceiver
Four girls promenade – inside the ring
Get back home, swing your boy, take his hand and promenade
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy ´o,
Whack for the daddy ´o,
There´s whiskey in the jar

Figure
All the heads pass the ocean, extend your tag and swing thru
Boys run around the girls, couples circulate
Do a half tag, walk and dodge, all the boys trade
Everybody scoot back now
Boys trade again - boys walk, girls dodge
Swing your corner, take her hand and you all promenade
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy ´o
Whack for the daddy ´o
There´s whiskey in the jar

Break
* 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 for they never can be easy

Close
* Now some men take delight in the carriages a rolling
* And others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
* But I take delight in the juice of the barley
* And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early