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[Verse 1] C Am As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains, F C I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was count'n. Am I first produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier, F C Saying stand and deliver for you are the bold deceiver. [Chorus] G Musha rig um du rum da C Whack fol the daddy o F Whack fol the daddy o C G C There's whiskey in the jar [Verse 2] C Am I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny, F C I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny. Am She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me, F C But the devil take the women for they never can be easy. [Chorus] G Musha rig um du rum da C Whack fol the daddy o F Whack fol the daddy o C G C There's whiskey in the jar [Verse 3] C Am I went up to me chamber all for to take a slumber F C I dreamt of gold and jewels and sure it was no wonder, Am But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water, F C And sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter. [Chorus] G Musha rig um du rum da C Whack fol the daddy o F Whack fol the daddy o C G C There's whiskey in the jar [Verse 4] C Am 'Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel, F C Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell; Am I first produce my pistol, for she stole away my rapier F C But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken. [Chorus] G Musha rig um du rum da C Whack fol the daddy o F Whack fol the daddy o C G C There's whiskey in the jar [Verse 5] C Am And if anyone can aid me, 'tis my brother in the army, F C If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney. Am And if he'd come and join me we'd go roving through Kilkenny, F C I'm sure he'd treat me fairer than my own sporting Jenny. [Chorus] G Musha rig um du rum da C Whack fol the daddy o F Whack fol the daddy o C G C There's whiskey in the jar [Verse 6] C Am There's some takes delight in the carriages a rolling, F C Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'. Am But I takes delight in the juice of the barley, F C And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early. [Chorus] G Musha rig um du rum da C Whack fol the daddy o F Whack fol the daddy o C G C There's whiskey in the jar