Whiskey in the jar (Irlanda)

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was count'n.
I first produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier,
Saying stand and deliver for you are the bold deceiver.

Musha ring dumma du damma ola,
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 me pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceave me,
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.

Musha ring dumma du damma ola,
Whack for the daddy ol,
Whack for the daddy ol,
There's whiskey in the jar.

I went up to me chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and sure it was no wonder,
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water,
And sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter.

Musha ring dumma du damma ola,
Whack for the daddy ol,
Whack for the daddy ol,
There's whiskey in the jar.

Musha ring dumma du damma ola,
Whack for the daddy ol,
Whack for the daddy ol,
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 Farrell;
I first produce my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.

Musha ring dumma du damma ola,
Whack for the daddy ol,
Whack for the daddy ol,
There's whiskey in the jar.

Musha ring dumma du damma ola,
Whack for the daddy ol,
Whack for the daddy ol,
There's whiskey in the jar.

There's whiskey in the jar.
There's whiskey in the jar.