"Whiskey in the Jar" trad. By The Dubliners

(4/4 time. 4 bar intro)

As I was going over

The Killmarkenny mountains

I met with Captain Farrell

And the money he was counting

I first produced my pistol

And then pulled out my sabre

Sayin': "Stand and Deliver

For I am a bold deceiver!"

With a Ring-dum-a-doodle-um-da

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

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 took it home to Jenny.

She sighed and she swore that

She never would deceive me

But the devil take that woman

For she never can be easy.

With a Ring-dum-a-doodle-um-da

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

There's Whiskey in the Jar.

I went into my chamber

For all to take a slumber

I dreamt of gold and jewels

And for sure it was no wonder.

But Jenny drew my charges

And she filled them up with water

Then sent for Captain Farrell

To be ready for the slaughter.

With a Ring-dum-a-doodle-um-da

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

There's Whiskey in the Jar.

'Twas early in the morning

Just before I rose to travel

Up comes a band of footmen

And likewise, Captain Farrell.

I first produced my pistol

For she stole away my sabre

But I couldn't shoot the water,

So a prisoner I was taken.

With a Ring-dum-a-doodle-um-da

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

There's Whiskey in the Jar.

(slower)

If anyone can aid me,

It's my brother in the army

If I can find his station,

In Cork or in Killarney

(getting faster)

And if he'll go a with me

We'll go roving in Kilkenny

And I'm sure he'll treat me better Than my old a-sporting Jenny

With a Ring-dum-a-doodle-um-da

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

There's Whiskey in the Jar.

With a Ring-dum-a-doodle-um-da

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

Whack-fol-the Daddio.

There's Whiskey in the Jar.