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As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountain
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol then produced my rapier
tand and deliver for I am a bold deceiver

Whack fol de daddy o, whack fol de daddy o
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 gave it up to Jenny
She sighed and she swore she never would betray me
But the devil take that woman for she never could lie easy

Whack fol de daddy o, whack fol de daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
Whack fol de daddy o, whack fol de daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar

I went up to my chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of darling Jenny and sure it was no wonder
But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

Whack fol de daddy o, whack fol de daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
Whack fol de daddy o, whack fol de daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar

And 't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

Whack fol de daddy o, whack fol de daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
Whack fol de daddy o, whack fol de daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar

If ever you go hunting in the morning bright and early
Down through the hills of Dublin or the mountains of Tipperary
[I've been thinking of the night Jenny fixed me slaughter
How she kept me distance and she filled them up with water (?)]*

Whack fol de daddy o, whack fol de daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
Whack fol de daddy o, whack fol de daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar

Whack fol de daddy o, whack fol de daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
Whack fol de daddy o, whack fol de daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar

* Please, check and correct these lines

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