WHISKEY IN THE JAR
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As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains, 
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting, 
I first produced me pistol and then I drew my sabre 
Saying "Stand and deliver for I'm a bold deciever"

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With me ring dum a doodle um dah, wack fol the daddy o, 
Whack fol the daddy o, ther's whiskey in the jar.

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I gave it to my Jenny
She sighed and she wore that she would never betray me
But the Devil take the women for they naver can be easy

I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water
And she sent for Captain Farrell to be ready at the slaughter

And't was early in the morning before I rosed to travel
Up come a band of footmen and with them Captain Farrell
I then produced my pistol for she stole away my sabre
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisonner I was taken

And 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 Kilkenny
I'll engage he'd treat me fairer than my darling sporting Jenny