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Version 1 Version 2 Version 3#-------------------------------PLEASE NOTE-------------------------------------# # This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # # song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #-------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Whiskey In the Jar chords Irish Folk (The Dubliners version) Capo II* 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. 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 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. 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 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. 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 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. 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 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. 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 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. 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 * Alternate: Open C = D Am = Bm F = G G = A Set8 http://sites.google-/site/guitarmusicchordsandlyrics/