Whiskey In The Jar Lyrics by Ronan Keating

Whiskey In The Jar

I was a-goin over gilgarra mountain
I met with captain farrell, and his money he was countin.
First I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier,
Sayin "stand and deliver, for I am your bold deceiver."
Musha ringum duram da,
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Theres whiskey in the jar.
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny;
I put it in my pocket to take home to  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!
Musha ringum duram da
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,
To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder:
Me jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
Called on captain farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Musha ringum duram da
Next mornin early, before I rose for travel,
Up came a band of footmen and likewise captain farrell.
I goes to draw my pistol, for shed stole away my rapier,
But I couldnt shoot for water, so a prisoner I was taken
Musha ringum duram da
They put me into jail with a judge all a-writin:
For robbin colonel farrell on gilgarra mountain.
But they didnt take me fists and I knocked the jailer down
And bid me a farewell to this tight-fisted town.

Musha ringum duram da
Id like to find me brother, the one whos in the army;
I dont know where hes stationed, be it cork or in killarney.
Together wed go roamin oer the mountains of kilkenny,
And I swear hed treat me fairer than my darlin sportin jenny!


Musha ringum duram da
Theres some that takes delight in the carriages and rollin,
Some that takes delight in the hurley or the bollin,
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
Courtin pretty maids in the mornin, o so early!
Musha ringum duram da