Whisky in the Jar Songtext
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Whisky in the Jar Songtext
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with Captain Sparrow 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"
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
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
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
I went into 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, she filled them up with water
She sent for Captain Sparrow 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
'Twas early in the morning, before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Sparrow
I then produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water, for I had no super soaker
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There′s whiskey in the jar
If anyone can aid me, it′s my brother in the army
If I but knew his station be it Cork or in Killarney
And if he'd come and join me, we′d go roving in Kilkenny
I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darling sporting Jenny
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There′s whiskey in the jar
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving
And others take delight in the gambling and the smoking
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
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
There′s whiskey in the jar
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
I met with Captain Sparrow 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"
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
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
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
I went into 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, she filled them up with water
She sent for Captain Sparrow 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
'Twas early in the morning, before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Sparrow
I then produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water, for I had no super soaker
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There′s whiskey in the jar
If anyone can aid me, it′s my brother in the army
If I but knew his station be it Cork or in Killarney
And if he'd come and join me, we′d go roving in Kilkenny
I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darling sporting Jenny
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There′s whiskey in the jar
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving
And others take delight in the gambling and the smoking
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
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
There′s whiskey in the jar
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
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