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WHISKEY IN THE JAR C Am F C G G C F C G C

C As I was going over Am the far famed Kerry mountains
F I met with captain Farrell and his C money he was G counting.
C I first produced my pistol, Am and then produced my rapier.
F Said stand and deliver, for C I am a bold G deceiver,

Ch{ G musha ring dumma do damma da
C whack for the daddy ‘ol F whack for the daddy ‘ol
C there’s whiskey G in the C jar

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

C I went into my chamber, Am all for to take a slumber,
F I dreamt of gold and jewels and for C sure it was no G wonder.
C But Jenny took my charges and Am she filled them up with water,
F Then sent for captain Farrel to be C ready for the G slaughter.

C It was early in the morning, Am as I rose up for travel,
F The guards were all around me and C likewise captain G Farrel.
C I first produced my pistol, for Am she stole away my rapier,
F But I couldn’t shoot the water so a C prisoner I was G taken.

C If anyone can aid me, it’s my Am brother in the army,
F If I can find his station down in C Cork or in G Killarney.
C And if he’ll come and save me, we’ll go Am roving near Kilkenny,
F And I swear he’ll treat me better than me C darling sportling G Jenny

C Now some men take delight in the Am drinking and the roving,
F But others take delight in the C gambling and the G smoking.
C But I take delight in the Am juice of the barley,
F And courting pretty fair maids in the C morning bright and G early