Darby O'Gill - Whiskey In The Jar lyrics

As I was goin' over the far-famed Kilgarry Mountains I met with Captain Ferrel, and his money he was countin' So I produced my pistol and then produced my rapier Sayin': Stand and deliver, for I'm your bold deceiver Chorus: Mush a ring um a dor uma da Wack fol the daddy-o Wack fol the daddy-o, there's whiskey in the jar I counted up his money, and it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny She vowed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the divil take the women for they never can go easy I went in to my chamber all for to take my slumber I dreamed of gold and j**els, and sure it was no wonder For Jenny stole my charges and she filled them up with water And sent for Captain Ferrel to be ready for my slaughter As I rose up next morning it surly did astound me For there was Captain Ferrel, and his guards were all around me So I produced my pistols, for she'd stolen away my rapier But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken Well they took me to jail with neither judge nor writin' For robbin' Captain Ferrel up on Kilgarry Mountain But they didn't take me fists, so I knocked the jailer down And bade a fond farewell to that jail in Sligo town Now if any one can aide me it's me brother in the army But I don't know where he's stationed; is it Cork, or in Kilarney Together we'd go roamin' in the mountains in Kilkenny And I'm sure he'd treat me better than me darlin', sportin' Jenny Now some men take delight in the hurlin' and the bowlin' And others take delight in their carriages a rollin' But me, I take delight in the juice of the barley And courtin' pretty fair maids in the mornin' bright and early