Whiskey in the Jar

Music By Traditional
Words By Traditional

Released October 1996

As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra mountains I met Colonel Pepper and his money he was counting I drew forth my pistol and I rattled my sabre Saying "stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver" Musha ringum duram da Whack fol de daddy-o Whack fol de daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar The shining yellow coins did sure look bright and jolly I took the money home and I gave it to my Molly She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me But the devil's in the women for they never can be easy Musha ringum duram da Whack fol de daddy-o Whack fol de daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar When I awoke between the hours of six and seven Guards were standing 'round me in numbers odd and even I flew to my pistols, but alas I was mistaken I fired off my pistols and a prisoner was taken Musha ringum duram da Whack fol de daddy-o Whack fol de daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar They put me in jail without a judge or jury For robbing Colonel Pepper in the morning so early They didn't take my fist so I knocked down the sentry And I bid a long farewell to that cold penitentiary Musha ringum duram da Whack fol de daddy-o Whack fol de daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar Some take delight in fishing and bowling Others take delight in carriage a-rollin' I take delight in the juice of the barley Courting pretty women in the morning so early Musha ringum duram da Whack fol de daddy-o Whack fol de daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar