{t:Whiskey In The Jar}
{st:Irish traditional, The Dubliners (1968), Irish Rovers, Thin Lizzy (1973), Metallica (1999)}
{c:verse 1}
As [G]I was riding over, the [Em]far-famed Kerry mountains,
I [C]met with Captain Farrell, and his [G]money he was counting,
I [G]first produced my pistol, and [Em]then I drew my sabre,
Saying [C]“Stand and deliver for I [G]am a bold deceiver.”
Mush-a-[D]rigum, durram-da!
{soc}
[G]Whack fol the daddy oh! [C]Whack fol the daddy oh!
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
{eoc}
{c:verse 2}
I [G]counted out his money, and it [Em]made a pretty penny,
I [C]put it in my pocket, and I [G]took it home to Jenny,
She [G]sighed and she swore, that she [Em]never would betray me,
But the [C]devil's in the women, for they [G]never can be easy.
Mush-a-[D]rigum, durram-da!
{soc}
[G]Whack fol the daddy oh! [C]Whack fol the daddy oh!
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
{eoc}
{c:verse 3}
I [G]went up to my chamber, all [Em]for to take a slumber,
I [C]dreamt of gold and jewels, Boys, and [G]sure it was no wonder,
But [G]Jenny took my charges, and she [Em]filled them up with water,
Then [C]sent for Captain Farrell, to be [G]ready for the slaughter.
Mush-a-[D]rigum, durram-da!
{soc}
[G]Whack fol the daddy oh! [C]Whack fol the daddy oh!
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
{eoc}
{c:verse 4}
Next [G]day as I was leaving, 'twas [Em]early in the morning,
The [C]captain and his soldiers, they came [G]at me without warning,
I [G]then produced my pistol, for she [Em]stole away my sabre,
But I [C]couldn’t shoot the water, so a [G]prisoner I was taken.
Mush-a-[D]rigum, durram-da!
{soc}
[G]Whack fol the daddy oh! [C]Whack fol the daddy oh!
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
{eoc}
{c:verse 5}
I'd [G]like to find my brother, he's the [Em]one that's in the army,
I [C]don't know where he's stationed. Is it [G]Cork or in Killarney,
To-[G]gether we'll go riding, o'er the [Em]mountains of Kilkenney,
I [C]know he’ll treat me better, than my [G]darlin' sportin' Jenny.
Mush-a-[D]rigum, durram-da!
{soc}
[G]Whack fol the daddy oh! [C]Whack fol the daddy oh!
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
{eoc}
{c:verse 6}
There’s [G]some delight in fishing, and [Em]some delight in bowling,
And [C]some take delight, in their [G]carriages a-rolling.
But [G]I take delight, in the [Em]juice of the barley,
And [C]courtin’ pretty girls, in the [G]morning bright and early.
Mush-a-[D]rigum, durram-da!
{soc}
[G]Whack fol the daddy oh! [C]Whack fol the daddy oh!
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]jar.
[G]Whack fol the daddy oh! [C]Whack fol the daddy oh!
There’s [G]whiskey [D]in the [G]↓jar.
{eoc}
