Spallin/The Dublin Rambler Whiskey In A Jar Lyrics

As I was going over the far Kilkerry mountain
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddie-o
Whack for the daddie-o
There's whiskey in the jar

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


I went into my chamber, for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
And send for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter


It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel
well I drew upon me pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken


If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sporting Jenny


Now some men take delight in the fishing and the boling
But others take delight in the carriage gently roling
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty women in the moountains of kaliarney

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