Whiskey in the Jar Songtext
von Firkin

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, then I produced my rapier
Saying stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There′s whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it weighed a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed as she saw her, for she'd never would deceive me
But the devil takes the women for they never can be easy
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There′s whiskey in the jar
I went up to my chamber for all to take a slumber
Dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
Jenny threw me charges and she filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter


Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
It was early in the morning just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol, for she'd stolen away my rapier
But I couldn′t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There′s whiskey in the jar
And if anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army
I can find a station in good drinking lardy
And if he′ll go with me, we'll be roaming in Kilkenny
Sure he′ll treat me better than my only sporting Jenny
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o