Whiskey in the Jar
The High Kings Lyrics

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
While traveling through the Cork and Kerry mountains

I met with captain Farrell and his money, he was counting
I came across Captain Farrell who was counting his money

I first produced me pistols and then produced me rapier
I showed him my guns and my sword

I said: 'Stand and deliver,' for he were a bold deceiver
I demanded his money, as he was a liar and a thief

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
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Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
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There's whiskey in the jar
Celebration and enjoyment of the success

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I got all of his money which was a lot

I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny
I kept the money to myself and took it home to Jenny

She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
Jenny promised she wouldn't deceive me

But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
But women are difficult and sometimes unpredictable

I went into me chamber, all for to take a slumber
I went to my room to sleep

I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was a wonder
I dreamt of riches and it was amazing

For Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Jenny betrayed me by filling my weapons with water

Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
She called Captain Farrell to kill me

T'was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
It was early morning, before I was about to leave

Up came a band of footmen, and likewise captain Farrell
Captain Farrell and his men arrived

So I first produced me pistol, for she stole away me rapier
I showed my gun because she took my sword

But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
But as my weapons were sabotaged, I was captured

If anyone can aid me, it's me brother in the army
If anyone can help me, it's my brother who's in the army

And if I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
If I can locate him in Cork or Killarney

And if he'd go with me, we'd go rovin' through Killkenney
If he comes with me, we'll go on a journey through Killkenney

And I'm sure he'd treat me better than me darlin' sporting Jenny
And I'm confident he'll be kinder to me than my beloved Jenny

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
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Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
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There's whiskey in the jar
Reiteration of celebration and enjoyment of the success