Whiskey In The Jar Lyrics
Scotch whisky and Irish whiskey have often led one to pen lyrics or recite
poems.
Here we give you one covered by folk artists to thrash metallers,
an almost whisky lullaby listened the world over. Here's a few versions
of 'Whiskey in the Jar'. I spelt it with the (e) deliberately because
it is an Irish tune, and Irish whiskey has an 'e' in it, but several
of the writers below either know little of
whisk(e)y or little of Ireland!
Wikipedia entry for Whiskey In The Jar
Whiskey in the Jar
As I was going over, The Kilmagenny mountain
I met with Captain Farrell, And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, and then I drew my sabre
Saying stand and deliver, For I am the bold deciever
With me ring dum a doodle um dah
Whack for the daddy o
Whack for the daddy o
Theres whiskey in the jar
He counted out his money, And it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket, And I gave it to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore, That she never would betray me
But the devil take the women, For they never can be easy
With me ring dum a doodle um dah
Whack for the daddy o
Whack for the daddy o
Theres whiskey in the jar
I went into my chamber, All for to take a slumber
I dream’t of gold and jewels, And for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges, And she filled them up with water
And she sent for Captain Farrell, To be ready for the slaughter
With me ring dum a doodle um dah
Whack for the daddy o
Whack for the daddy o
Theres whiskey in the jar
And twas early in the morning, Before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footman, And likewise Captain Farrell
I then produced my pistol, For she had stole my sabre
But I couldn’t shoot the water, So a prisoner I was taken
With me ring dum a doodle um dah
Whack for the daddy o
Whack for the daddy o
Theres whiskey in the jar
And if anyone can aid me, Its my brother in the army
If I could learn his station, In Cork or Killarney
And if he'd come andjoin me, We'd go roving in Kilkenny
I’ll engage he’ll treat me fairer, Than my darling sporting
Jenny
With me ring dum a doodle um dah
Whack for the daddy o
Whack for the daddy o
Theres whiskey in the jar
Whiskey in the Jar
As I was going over Gilgarra mountain,
I spied Captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
First I drew my pistol and then I drew my rapier,
Saying " Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver."
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy - o,
Whack fol the daddy -o, there's whisky in the jar.
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in my pocket to take home to darling Jenny.
She sighed and swore she loved me, and never would deceive me,
But the devil take the woman for the always lie so easy.
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy - o,
Whack fol the daddy -o, there's whisky in the jar.
I went into the chamber all for to take a slumber,
to dream of gold and girls. And of course it was no wonder,
me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water
called on Captain Farrell to get ready for the slaughter
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy - o,
Whack fol the daddy -o, there's whisky in the jar.
Next morning early before I rose to travel,
a-came a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell,
I went to draw my pistol for she'd stole away my rapier.
Couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy - o,
Whack fol the daddy -o, there's whisky in the jar.
They put me into jail with a judge all a-writen'
robbing Captain Farrell on Gilgarra mountain.
But they didn't take me fists and I knocked the jailer down,
and bid a fine farewell to this tight fisted town.
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy - o,
Whack fol the daddy -o, there's whisky in the jar.
I'd like to find me brother the one that's in the army,
I don't know where he's stationed in Cork or in Killerney.
Together we'd go roaming over the mountains of Kilkenny,
and I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darling sporting Jenny.
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy - o,
Whack fol the daddy -o, there's whisky in the jar.
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bolling.
But me, I take delight in the juice of the barley,
Courting pretty maids in the morning, oh so early.
Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. Whack fol the daddy - o,
Whack fol the daddy -o, there's whisky in the jar.
Whiskey in the Jar
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she treat me easy
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like ta hear, ta hear cannon ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whiskey in the Jar
I have been a rover, I have been a bold deceiver
And now I earn my livin' with my pistol and my rapier
I don't know what I've stolen, but 'twould make a pretty penny
And now I've lost it all to my darlin' sportin' Jenny
Musha rig um du rum da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I robbed Colonel Farrell up on Gilgarry Mountain
I took the gold to Jenny just to help me with the countin'
But Jenny called the guards, Lord, I've never saw so many
I almost lost my freedom with my darlin' sportin' Jenny
Musha rig um du rum da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I'd like to find me brother, he's the one that's in the army
I don't know where he's stationed, be it Cork or in Kilarney
Together we'd go rovin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny
I'd swear he'd treat me fairer than my darlin' sportin' Jenny
Musha rig um du rum da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
'Twas early in the morning at the barracks of Kilarney
My brother took his leave but he didn't tell the army
Our horses, they were speedy, 'twas all over but the shoutin'
Now we make our livin' up on Gilgarry Mountain
Musha rig um du rum da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
Musha rig um du rum da
Whack fol the daddy-o
Whack fol the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
Whisky In The Jar
I am a young fellow that never yet was daunted,
And sometimes had money, but seldom it was wanted,
For robbing for gold it was my only folly,
And paying for good liquor to treat deceitful Molly.
Musha-a-ring a-ding a-day, right fal de daddie O,
There's whisky in the jar.
As I was going over Calvert Mountain,
I met with Captain Evan, his money he was counting,
First I drew my pistols, then I drew my rapier,
Saying, Stand and deliver, for I'm your money-taker."
Musha-a-ring a-ding a-day, right fal de daddie O,
There's whisky in the jar.
Oh, when I got his money it was a pretty penny,
I put it in my pocket and took it home to Molly,
When she swore by what was good that she never would deceive me,
But the devil's in the women, for they never can be easy.
Musha-a-ring a-ding a-day, right fal de daddie O,
There's whisky in the jar.
Being both wet and weary I went to Molly's chamber
I went to Molly's chamber for to have a slumber;
Then she flew unto my pistols and she loaded them with water,
It was then that I was taken like a lamb unto the slaughter.
Musha-a-ring a-ding a-day, right fal de daddie O,
There's whisky in the jar.
It was the next morning between six and seven,
I was surrounded by policemen, along with Captain Evan,
I fired off my pistols, but I was mistaken,
For splash went the water, and a prisoner I was taken.
Musha-a-ring a-ding a-day, right fal de daddie O,
There's whisky in the jar.
There's some take delight in fishing and fowling,
And others take delight in hearing cannons roaring,
But I take delight in being brisk and jolly,
And in paying for good liquor to treat deceitful Molly.
Musha-a-ring a-ding a-day, right fal de daddie O,
There's whisky in the jar.
I have got two brothers, and they are in the army,
One is in Cork, and the other's in Killarney.
If I had them here to-night, oh! wouldn't I make them jolly!
I would rather have them here than you, deceitful Molly.
Musha-a-ring a-ding a-day, right fal de daddie O,
There's whisky in the jar.
It was early next morning I was up and loudly calling,
And up against the cell door the turnkey he was bawling,
When I up with my shackles and I knocked the turnkey down,
And I made my escape out of sweet Phillipstown.
Musha-a-ring a-ding a-day, right fal de daddie O,
There's whisky in the jar.
Whiskey in the Jar
As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver! For I am the bold deceiver!"
Chorus: Mursha-ring-a-ma-doo-a-ma-dah
Whack for the daddio, whack for the daddio
There's whiskey in the jar.
He 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 the women for you never can believe them.
Chorus: Mursha-ring-a-ma-doo-a-ma-dah
Whack for the daddio, whack for the daddio
There's whiskey in the jar.
I went into my chamber all 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 sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.
Chorus: Mursha-ring-a-ma-doo-a-ma-dah
Whack for the daddio, whack for the daddio
There's whiskey in the jar.
'Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel
Up come a band of foot men and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
Chorus: Mursha-ring-a-ma-doo-a-ma-dah
Whack for the daddio, whack for the daddio
There's whiskey in the jar.
If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army
If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'd come and join me we'd go rovin' in Kilkenny
I'll engage he'd treat me fairer than my darlin' sportin' Jenny.
Chorus: Mursha-ring-a-ma-doo-a-ma-dah
Whack for the daddio, whack for the daddio
There's whiskey in the jar.
Whiskey in the Jar
As I was going over the Kilgary mountains,
I met Colonel Pepper and his money he was counting.
I rattled my pistols and I drew forth my sabre,
Sayin' "Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver!"
Musharigum da rum da (clap-clap),
Whack for the daddy, oh,
Whack for the daddy, oh,
There's whiskey in the jar!
The shining golden coins did look so bright and jolly,
I took 'em with me home and gave 'em to my Molly.
She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me,
But the devil's in the women and they never can be easy.
Musharigum da rum da (clap-clap),
Whack for the daddy, oh,
Whack for the daddy, oh,
There's whiskey in the jar!
When I was awakened between six and seven,
The guards were all around me in numbers odd and even,
I drew my pistols, but alas, I was mistaken,
For Molly'd drawn my pistols and a prisoner I was taken.
Musharigum da rum da (clap-clap),
Whack for the daddy, oh,
Whack for the daddy, oh,
There's whiskey in the jar!
They put me in jail without judge or writin'
For robbing Colonel Pepper on Kilgary Mountain,
But they didn't take my fists so I knocked the sentry down,
And bid a fond farewell to the jail in Sligo town.
Musharigum da rum da (clap-clap),
Whack for the daddy, oh,
Whack for the daddy, oh,
There's whiskey in the jar!
Now, some take delight in fishin' and in bowlin',
And others take delight in their carriages a-rollin',
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courtin' pretty girls in the mornin' so early.
Musharigum da rum da (clap-clap),
Whack for the daddy, oh,
Whack for the daddy, oh,
There's whiskey in the jar!
Whiskey In The Jar
As I was going over the Kilmagenny 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 daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
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 said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
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 sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel,
the guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
but I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
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 save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
and I swear he'll treat me better than me own sportling Jenny
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
but others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
Whiskey In The Jar
As I was goin´ over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell, his money he was countin´
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she´d love me, no never would she leave me
But devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy
Musha raim dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There´s whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six, maybe seven, yeah in walked Captian Farrell
I jumped up with my pistols, and I shot him with both barrells
Musha raim dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
Now some men like the fishin´and some man like the fowlin´
And some man like ta hear, ta hear cannon ball a roarin´
Me I like sleepin´specially in my Molly´s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Musha raim dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There´s whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
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