Whiskey in the Jar (бодрая)

As I was going over Kilgara Mountain,
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
First I drew my pistol and I rattled forth my saber,
Sayin': "Stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver"

Musha ringum duram da
Whack! fol de daddy-o
Whack! fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I took my money home and I gave it to my Jenny
She cried and she swore that she never would deceive me,
But the devil is in the women and it never will be easy

Musha ringum duram da
Whack! fol de daddy-o
Whack! fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Early in the mornin' 'tween the hours of six and seven
The guards were standing round me in numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistols, but, alas, I was mistaken,
For Jenny wet the powder and a prisoner I was taken

Musha ringum duram da
Whack! fol de daddy-o
Whack! fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I think I’ll find my brother, the one that's in the army
I don't know where he's stationed, is it Cork or in Killarney?
Together we'll go roaming in the mountains of Kilkenny
And I dare he'll treat me fairer than my darlin', sportin' Jenny

Musha ringum duram da
Whack! fol de daddy-o
Whack! fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Some take delight in a-fishin' and a-bowlin'
Others take delight in the carriage a-rollin'
But I take the delight in the juice of the barley
A-courtin' pretty girls in the morning so early

Musha ringum duram da
Whack! fol de daddy-o
Whack! fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Musha ringum duram da
Whack! fol de daddy-o
Whack! fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Musha ringum duram da
Whack! fol de daddy-o
Whack! fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar