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\selectlanguage{english}
\songcolumns{1}
\beginsong{Whiskey in the jar}
[by={The Dubliners},cover={irish-pub-songs},album={Irish pub songs}]
\cover
\capo{2}
\gtab{C}{X32010}
\gtab{Am}{X02210}
\gtab{F}{1:022100}
\gtab{G}{320003}
\begin{verse}
\[C]As I was going over the \[Am]far fam'd Kerry Mountains
I \[F]met with Captain Farrel, and his \[C]money he was \[G]countin'
I \[C]first produced my pistol, and I \[Am]than produced my rapier
Sayin', ``\[F]Stand and deliver for you \[C]are my bold deceiver''
\end{verse}
\begin{chorus}
Musha \[G]ring dum a doo dum a da
\[C]Whack fol de daddy o
\[F]Whack fol de daddy o
There's \[C]whiskey \[G]in the \[C]jar
\end{chorus}
\begin{verse}
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 takes the women for they never can be easy
\end{verse}
\begin{verse}
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 drew my charges and she filled them out with water
Then sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter
\end{verse}
\begin{verse}
It was early in the morning just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen 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
\end{verse}
\begin{verse}
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
And others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
\end{verse}
\begin{verse}
If anyone can aid me 'tis my brother in the army
If I can find his station, in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me we'll go roving in Kilkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my darling sporting Jenny
\end{verse}
\endsong