Whiskey In The Jar - Roger McGuinn, Tommy Makem

As I was a-walkin' over Kilgary Mountain

I met with Capt. Pepper and his money he was countin'

I rattled my pistols and I drew forth my saber

Sayin', «Stand and deliver, for I am the bold deceiver»

Musha rig um du rum da

Whack fol the daddy o

Whack fol the daddy o

There’s whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny

I put it in my pocket for to take it home to Jenny

She promised and she vowed she never would deceive me

But the devil’s in the women and they always lie so easy

When I was awakened between six and seven

The guards all around me in numbers odd and even

I flew to my pistols, but alas I was mistaken

For Jenny’s drawn my pistols and a prisoner I was taken

They put me into prison without judge or writin'

For robbing Capt. 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 Limric town

I wish I’d find my brother, the one that’s in the army

I don’t know where he’s stationed, in Cork or in Kelarny

Together we’d go ramblin o’er the mountains of Kilkenny

I know he’s treat me better than my darlin' sportin' Jenny

Now some take delight in fishin' and a-bowlin'

And others take delight in carriages a-rollin'

But I take delight in the juice of the barley

And courtin' pretty maidens in the morning oh so early