Whiskey in the Jar

I went a-riding on Kilgarry Mountain,
I met Colonel Farrell as his money he was countin'.
I produced my pistols, and I produced my rapier,
Sayin' "Stand and deliver, for you are a gay deciever.

Wisha ringum durum da,
Whack fol le die le do,
Whack fol le die le do,
There's whiskey in the jar.

I robbed him of his money and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I gave it to my Jenny.
She swore and she said how she never would betray me,
But the Devil take all women for they never can be that easy.

Wisha ringum durum da,
Whack fol le die le do,
Whack fol le die le do,
There's whiskey in the jar.

I went up to my chambers all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder,
And Jenny took my pistols and filled them up with water,
Then sent for Colonel Farrell to be ready at the slaughter.

Wisha ringum durum da,
Whack fol le die le do,
Whack fol le die le do,
There's whiskey in the jar.

Early next morning, before I rose to travel,
In come the dragoons and likewise Colonel Farrell,
I produced my pistols 'cause she stole away my rapier,
But since I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

Wisha ringum durum da,
Whack fol le die le do,
Whack fol le die le do,
There's whiskey in the jar.

They put me into prison, with neither writ nor warrant
For robbing Colonel Farrel up on Kilgarry Mountain,
But they couldn't take my fists so I knocked jailer down,
And bid a quick farewell to that jail in Edinboroughtown.

Wisha ringum durum da,
Whack fol le die le do,
Whack fol le die le do,
There's whiskey in the jar.

I want to find my brother, he is stationed in the army,
I don't know where he's posted, be it Kerry or Killarney.
We'll steal a pair of horses when it'sover but the shouting,
And wait for Colonel Farrell up on Kilgarry Mountain.

Wisha ringum durum da,
Whack fol le die le do,
Whack fol le die le do,
There's whiskey in the jar.

Some take apleasure in the shootin and the bowlin.
Some take apleasure in the carriages arollin.
I take apleasure in the fruit of the barley,
And courtin fine young women in the mornin bright and early.

Wisha ringum durum da,
Whack fol le die le do,
Whack fol le die le do,
There's whiskey in the jar.