Whiskey In The Jar

Intro: D  Bm  G  D  D  Bm  G  D  A  D

D                      Bm
As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
    G                               D
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
D                              Bm
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
       G                        D
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver

Chorus:
         A                        D
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
D                     G
Wack fall the daddy-o  wack fall the daddy-o
        D        A      D
There's whiskey in the jar

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

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    D                           Bm
I went up to my chamber  all for to take a slumber
     G                                D
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
D                                   Bm
But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water
         G                              D
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

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Solo

           E                         C#m
't was early in the morning  just before I rose to travel
     A                             E
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
E                                   C#m
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
     A                             E
I couldn't shoot the water  so a prisoner I was taken

Chorus

         B                        E
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
E                     A
Wack fall the daddy-o  wack fall the daddy-o
        E        B      E
There's whiskey in the jar

      E                                  C#m
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
       A                          E
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
E                            C#m
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
        A                             E
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

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