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 As I was going over the Kilmagenny mountain
 I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
 I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier.
 Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
 
 Kertos{je: musha ring dumma do damma da ( tai jotain )
           whack for the daddy 'ol
           whack for the daddy 'ol
           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 brought it home to Jenny.
 She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
 but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
 
 Kertos{e, elikk{ Chorus
 
 I went into my chamber, for to take a slumber,
 I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
 But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
 and send for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
 
 Chorus
 
 It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel,
 the guards were all around me 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.
 
 Chorus
 
 If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
 if I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney.
 And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
 and I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny
 
 Chorus
 
 Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
 but others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
 But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
 and courting pretty Jenny in the morning bright and early
 
 Chorus
 from http://ameba.lpt.fi/~zaphod/lyrics/whiskey_in_the_jar
 
 Jerry sings a somewhat different version
 
 
 As I was a goinU over Gilgarra mountain,
   F                          C            Am
 I met Colonel Pepper and his money he was counting
   F                        C          Am
 I drew forth my pistol and rattled my saber
          F                      C           Am
 Saying, "Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver."
 
       G7
 Musha ringum duram da
 C             C7
 Whack! Fol de daddy-o
 F
 Whack! Fol de daddy-o
         C       G7     C
 ThereUs whiskey in the jar
 
 
 The shining yellow coins did sure look bright and jolly
 I took the money home and I gave it to my Molly
 She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me
 But the devilUs in the women and they never can be easy
 
 When I awoke between the hours of six and seven
 Guards were standing Tround me in numbers odd and even
 I flew to my pistol, but alas, I was mistaken
 I fired off my pistols and a prisoner was taken
 
 They put me in jail without a judge or jury
 For robbing Colonel Pepper in the morning so early
 They didnUt take my fist so I knocked down the sentry
 And I bid a long farewell to that cold penitentiary
 
 Some take delight in fishing and bowling
 Others take delight in the carriage a rollinU
 I take delight in the juice of the barley
 Courting pretty women in the morninU so early
 
 
 http://www.rukind.com/music/gdtunes/opentext.asp?filename=/gdtunes/whskyjar.htm
 Here's another version from
 
 http://www.genevaonline.com/~exeljb/formats/frames/met/lyrics/met-gi.whiskey.ly.html
 
 Whiskey In The Jar
 
 As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
 I saw Captain Farrell, his money he was countin'
 I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
 I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
 
 I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
 I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
 She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
 But the devil take that woman for you know she trick me easy
 
 Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
 Whack for my daddy-o
 Whack for my daddy-o
 There's whiskey in the jar-o
 
 Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
 Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger
 For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
 I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
 
 Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
 Whack for my daddy-o
 Whack for my daddy-o
 There's whiskey in the jar-o
 
 Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
 And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'
 Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
 But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
 
 Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
 Whack for my daddy-o
 Whack for my daddy-o
 There's whiskey in the jar-o
 
 Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
 Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
 Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
 Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
 
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