Whiskey in the Jar --- Trad.
(Well now) [G]I’ve been a rover and I’ve [Em]been a bold deceiver.
I [C]chose to earn my living with my [G]pistols and my rapier.
I [G]know not what I’ve stolen, but ‘t’would [Em]make a pretty penny,
And I [C]took it all for spendin’ on my [G]lovely darlin’ Jenny.
Mu sha [D]ring um do ram da (clap, clap, clap, clap).
[G]Whack fol the daddy-o (clap, clap)
[C]Whack fol the daddy-o.
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
As [G]I was a-goin’ o’er the [Em]far-flung Kerry mountains,
I [C]chanced on Captain Farrell as his [G]money he was countin’.
I [G]first produced my pistol, and [Em]then I drew my rapier,
Sayin’: [C] “Stand and deliver, or the [G]Devil he may take ye.”
Mu sha [D]ring um do ram da (clap, clap, clap, clap).
[G]Whack fol the daddy-o (clap, clap)
[C]Whack fol the daddy-o.
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
I [G]took all his money, and it [Em]was a pretty penny.
I [C]put it in my pouches and I [G]brought it home to Jenny.
She [G]swore that she loved me and she [Em]never would be leavin’
But the [C]Devil take that woman, for you [G]know she was deceivin’
Mu sha [D]ring um do ram da (clap, clap, clap, clap).
[G]Whack fol the daddy-o (clap, clap)
[C]Whack fol the daddy-o.
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
[G]Bein’ drunk and weary, I [Em]went up to my chamber,
And [C]took Jenny with me, for I [G]never knew the danger.
As [G]I was sleepin’ she [Em]sent for Captain Farrell.
I [C]jumped up, drew a pistol and he [Em]stared right down the barrel.
Mu sha [D]ring um do ram da (clap, clap, clap, clap).
[G]Whack fol the daddy-o (clap, clap)
[C]Whack fol the daddy-o.
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
And [G]then I bound the Captain, and [Em]once more took his money.
Said: [C] “Farewell” to that woman with her [G]smile so false and sunny.
Up [G]on the Captain’s thoroughbred I [Em]rode off to the mountains,
With [C]bags of gold and silver far be-[G]yond my means of countin’.
Mu sha [D]ring um do ram da (clap, clap, clap, clap).
[G]Whack fol the daddy-o (clap, clap)
[C]Whack fol the daddy-o.
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
I’ll [G]go to find me brother, he’s the [Em]one that’s in the army.
I [C]know not where he’s stationed, be it [G]Cork or in Killarney.
To-[G]gether we’ll go rovin’ o’er the [Em]mountains of Kilkenny,
And I [C]know he’ll treat me better than that [G]false-hearted Jenny.
Mu sha [D]ring um do ram da (clap, clap, clap, clap).
[G]Whack fol the daddy-o (clap, clap)
[C]Whack fol the daddy-o.
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
Now [G]some take delight in the [Em]reapin’ and the sowin’,
And [C]others take delight in the [G]hurley or the bowlin’.
[G]Me, I take delight in the [Em]juice of the barley,
And [C]robbin’ English Landlords in the [G]morning bright and early.
Mu sha [D]ring um do ram da (clap, clap, clap, clap).
[G]Whack fol the daddy-o (clap, clap)
[C]Whack fol the daddy-o.
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
‘Twas [G]early in the morning at the [Em]barracks of Killarney,
My [C]brother took his leave, but he [G]didn’t ask the army.
Our [G]horses, they were speedin’. It’s all [Em]over but the shoutin’.
Now we [C]wait for Captain Farrell up [G]on the Kerry mountains.
Mu sha [D]ring um do ram da (clap, clap, clap, clap).
[G]Whack fol the daddy-o (clap, clap)
[C]Whack fol the daddy-o.
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.