Letra Whiskey In The Jar de The Dubliners

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As I was going over the far-famed Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier, saying,
"Stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver!".

Mush-a-ring da-ba-do da-ba-da.
Whack for my daddy-ol,
Whack for my daddy-ol.
There's whiskey in the jar.

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She sighed and she swore that she never would decieve me,
But the Devil take the women for they never can be easy.

Mush-a-ring da-ba-do da-ba-da.
Whack for my daddy-ol,
Whack for my daddy-ol.
There's whiskey in the jar.

I went unto 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,
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.

Mush-a-ring da-ba-do da-ba-da.
Whack for my daddy-ol,
Whack for my daddy-ol.
There's whiskey in the jar.

T'was early in the morning just before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen, and likewise Captain Farrell,
I first produced me pistol, for she'd stolen away me rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

Mush-a-ring da-ba-do da-ba-da.
Whack for my daddy-ol,
Whack for my daddy-ol.
There's whiskey in the jar.

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

Mush-a-ring da-ba-do da-ba-da.
Whack for my daddy-ol,
Whack for my daddy-ol.
There's whiskey in the jar.

If anyone can aid me, t'is my brother in the army,
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll go with me, we'll go roaming in Kilkenny,
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than me own-a sporting Jenny.

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Mush-a-ring da-ba-do da-ba-da.
Whack for my daddy-ol,
Whack for my daddy-ol.
There's whiskey in the jar. [X2]