Whiskey in the Jar

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

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar

  C                            Am
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
  F                         C
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
                                  Am
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me,
        F                             C
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar

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

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o

        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar

 C                           Am
'Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel,
F                              C
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell;
                                   Am
I first produce my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
    F                                C
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar

    C                             Am
And if anyone can aid me, 'tis my brother in the army,
F                               C
If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney.
                                     Am
And if he'd come and join me we'd go roving through Kilkenny,
    F                                 C
I'm sure he'd treat me fairer than my own sporting Jenny.

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar

        C                         Am
There's some takes delight in the carriages a rolling,
F                         C
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'.
                           Am
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
    F                                 C
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar

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C  = D
Am = Bm
F  = G
G  = A