Whiskey in the jar

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I spottet Captain Farrel and the money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier
saying "Stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver"

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Mushla ring'm duram di
wack for the darrio,
wack for the darrio,
there's whiskey in the jar!

I counted out my money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket to take home to darling Jenny
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me
but the devil take the women for they always lie so easy

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I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber
to dream of gold and girls and of course it was no wonder
me Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
then sent for Captain Farrel to make ready for the slaughter

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Twas early in the morning, afore I rose to travel
in came a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrel,
I first produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier
but I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken

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Well if anyone can aid me its 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 me darlin Sportin Jenny!

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Some take delight in Hurling, and others still in bowling
Still others take delight in the carriages a'rolling
but I take delight in the juice of the Barley
and kissin pretty women when the sun is risin' early

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