Whiskey in the Jar --- Trad.
(Well now) [G]I’ve
been a rover and I’ve [Em]been a bold
deceiver.
I [C]chose
to earn my living with my [G]pistols and
my rapier.
I [G]know
not what I’ve stolen, but ‘t’would [Em]make
a pretty penny,
And I [C]took
it all for spendin’ on my [G]lovely
darlin’ Jenny.
[chorus] Mu sha [D]ring
um do ram da (clap, clap, clap, clap).
[G]Whack
fol the daddy-o (clap, clap)
[C]Whack
fol the daddy-o.
There’s [G]whiskey
[D]in the [G]jar.
As [G]I
was a-goin’ o’er the [Em]far-flung Kerry
mountains,
I [C]chanced
on Captain Farrell as his [G]money he was
countin’.
I [G]first
produced my pistol, and [Em]then I drew
my rapier,
Sayin’: [C]
“Stand and deliver, or the [G]Devil he
may take ye.”
[chorus]
I [G]took
all his money, and it [Em]was a pretty
penny.
I [C]put
it in my pouches and I [G]brought it home
to Jenny.
She [G]swore
that she loved me and she [Em]never would
be leavin’
But the [C]Devil
take that woman, for you [G]know she was
deceivin’
[chorus]
[G]Bein’
drunk and weary, I [Em]went up to my
chamber,
And [C]took
Jenny with me, for I [G]never knew the
danger.
As [G]I
was sleepin’ she [Em]sent for Captain
Farrell.
I [C]jumped
up, drew a pistol and he [Em]stared right
down the barrel.
[chorus] Mu sha [D]ring
um do ram da (clap, clap, clap, clap).
[G]Whack
fol the daddy-o (clap, clap)
[C]Whack
fol the daddy-o.
There’s [G]whiskey
[D]in the [G]jar.
And [G]then
I bound the Captain, and [Em]once more
took his money.
Said: [C]
“Farewell” to that woman with her [G]smile
so false and sunny.
Up [G]on
the Captain’s thoroughbred I [Em]rode off
to the mountains,
With [C]bags
of gold and silver far be-[G]yond my
means of countin’.
[chorus]
I’ll [G]go
to find me brother, he’s the [Em]one
that’s in the army.
I [C]know
not where he’s stationed, be it [G]Cork
or in Killarney.
To-[G]gether
we’ll go rovin’ o’er the [Em]mountains of
Kilkenny,
And I [C]know
he’ll treat me better than that [G]false-hearted
Jenny.
[chorus]
Now [G]some
take delight in the [Em]reapin’ and the
sowin’,
And [C]others
take delight in the [G]hurley or the
bowlin’.
[G]Me,
I take delight in the [Em]juice of the
barley,
And [C]robbin’
English Landlords in the [G]morning
bright and early.
[chorus]
‘Twas [G]early
in the morning at the [Em]barracks of
Killarney,
My [C]brother
took his leave, but he [G]didn’t ask the
army.
Our [G]horses,
they were speedin’. It’s all [Em]over but
the shoutin’.
Now we [C]wait
for Captain Farrell up [G]on the Kerry
mountains.
Mu sha [D]ring
um do ram da (clap, clap, clap, clap).
[G]Whack
fol the daddy-o (clap, clap)
[C]Whack
fol the daddy-o.
There’s [G]whiskey
[D]in the [G]jar.