Whiskey in the Jar As I was going over the Cork and 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, or the Devil he may take ya!" CHORUS: Wish a rile a ma dool a ma da - whack fol the daddy o, Whack fol the daddy o - there's whiskey in the jar. I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny. I put it in my pocket, and I took it home to Jenny. She smiled and she swore that she never would deceive me, But the Devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me easy. CHORUS We went to Jenny's chamber all for to take a slumber. I dreamt of gold and jewels, and for sure it was a wonder. When, about six or seven, in walked Captain Farrell! I jumped up, fired my pistols, and shot him with both barrels. CHORUS They threw me into jail and my sentence started counting, For shooting captain Farrell on Gilgarry Mountain. But they couldn't take my fists, so I knocked the jailer down, And bid a farewell to that tight-fisted town. CHORUS If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army, But I don't know if he's stationed in Cork or in Killarney. Together we'd go roving o'er the mountains of Kilkenny, And I'll swear he'd treat me fairer than my darling, sporting Jenny. CHORUS Some men like fishing, and some men like fowling. Some men like to hear the sound of cannonballs a' roaring. I take delight in the juice of the barley, And courting pretty maids in the morning o' so early. CHORUS