Whiskey In The Jar

C Am As I was a-going over Killgarah Mountain, F C G I met with Colonel Farrel, and his money he was countin', C Am I first produced my pistol, and than produced my rapier, F C Sayin': "Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take ye." G Musha ring-um doo-ram da, C Whack for the daddy ol', F Whack for the daddy ol', C G C There's whiskey in the jar. C Am I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny, F C G I put it in my pocket, took it home to Darlin' Jenny, C Am She sighed, and then she swore that she never would deceive me, F C But the devil take all women for they lie oh, oh, so easy. C Am I went into my chamber; it was time to take a slumber, F C G I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder, C Am But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water, F C Then sent for Colonel Farrel and made ready for me slaughter. C Am 'Twas early in the morning just before I rose to travel, F C G There comes a band of soldiers; they were led by Colonel Farrel, C Am I first produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier, F But my charges were all watered, so a prisoner I was taken. C Am They put me in a jail without judge or a jury F C G For robbing Colonel Farrell up on Kilgarrah Mountain C Am But they didn't take my fists so I knocked the sentry down F C And bid a fast farewell from this cold-fisted town C Am I think I'll find my brother, the one that's in the army F C G I don't know where he stationed, maybe Cork or in Killarney, C Am And together we'll go rovin', away up there in Kilkenny, F C And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my darlin' sporting Jenny. C Am Now there's some take delight in the carriages a-rolling F C G and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling C Am but I take delight in the juice of the barley F C and courting pretty maidens in the morning bright and early