Whiskey In the Jar

traditional, recorded March 2010


As I was a goin’ over the far famed Kerry mountainsimage
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
Saying “Stand and deliver” for I am a bold deceiver

Musha ring dumma do damma da
whack fol the daddyo
whack fol the daddyo
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 to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the woman for she never can be easy

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 me charges and she filled them up with water
She sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

T’was early in the morning, before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell
I then produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
but I couldn’t shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

If anyone can aid me it’s me brother in the army
If I but knew his station be it Cork or in Killarney
And if he’d come and join me, we’d go rovin’ in Killkenny
I swear he’d treat me fairer than my darlin’ sportin’ Jenny

Now there’s some take delight in the carriages a rollin’
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowlin’
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

I recorded this classic for St. Patrick’s Day in 2010 and was looking forward to surprising my Dad with it, when he died suddenly on March 16. My brothers and I got a bottle of good Irish and toasted him to it. The photo was taken by my brother Moe when I sat in with the local lads in my Dad’s hometown of Fethard, Tipperary when my brothers and I vacationed there with my Dad.