Whiskey In The Jar
Irish Traditional
C
C
Am
Am
1
1
6
6
F
F
C
C
4
4
1
1
F
F
C
C
4
4
1
1
F
F
C
C
4
4
1
1
chorus
G
G
C
C
5
5
1
1
F
F
C/G
C
(C)
4
4
1/5
1
(1)
As I was a' goin' over Gilgarra mountains,
I met Colonel Pepper and his money he was counting.
I drew forth my pistol and I rattled my saber, saying,
"Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver".
chorus
Musha ringum duram da. Whack fol de daddy-o,
Whack fol de daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar.
The shining yellow coins did sure look bright and jolly
I took the money home and I gave it to my Molly
She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me
But the devil's in the women for they never can be easy
When I awoke between the hours of six and seven
Guards were standing 'round me in numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistols, but alas I was mistaken
I fired off my pistols and a prisoner was taken
They put me in jail without a judge or jury
For robbing Colonel Pepper in the morning so early
They didn't take my fist so I knocked down the sentry
And I bid a long farewell to that cold penitentiary
Some take delight in fishing and bowling
Others take delight in carriage a-rollin'
I take delight in the juice of the barley
Courting pretty women in the morning so early