Whiskey In The Jar (G)

As I was going over - the far famed Kerry mountains, 
I met with Captain Farrell - and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol - and then produced my rapier,
Saying 'Stand and deliver - for I am a bold deceiver'.

- Whack fol the diddy-oh
- Whack fol the diddy-oh
- Whack fol the diddy-oh
- There's whiskey in the jar.

He counted out his money - and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket - and I gave it to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore - that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women - for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber - for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels - and sure it was no wonder
But Jenny took my pistols - and filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell - to be ready for the slaughter

'Twas early in the morning - before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me - and likewise Captain Farrell
I then produced my pistols - for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water - so a prisoner I was taken

They threw me in the jail - without judge or jury
For robbing Captain Farrell - in the famed Kerry mountains
But they didn't take my fists - so I knocked the sentry down
And bid a fond farewell - to that jail in Salem town

If anyone can aid me, - it's my brother in the army
I think that he is stationed - in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'd come and join me, - we'd go rovin' in Kilkenny
I swear he'd treat me fairer - than my darling sporting Jenny

Now some take delight - in fishing or in roving
Others take delight - in the carriages a-rolling
But I take delight - in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty maidens - in the morning bright and early