There's Whiskey in the Jar |
As I was going over The far fam'd Kerry mountain* I met with Captain Farrell And his money he was counting, I first produced my pistol And then produced my rapier Sayin', Stand and deliver For you are my bold deceiver, Chorus: |: O, Whack fol the diddle O Whack fol the diddle O, There's whiskey in the jar. :|
2. He counted out his money | 3. I went unto my 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 An' she sent for Captain Farrell, To be ready for the slaughter. Chorus:
4. And 'twas early in the morning
5. And if any one can aid me |