Whiskey in the Jar
This song has been recorded by quite a diverse group of performers, from Metalica to Peter Yarrow. Verses have been added, dropped, or changed in practically every version. These are the words we use. "X" marks the approximate place to clap during the refrain.
Album: Traditional & Original/Theiss & O'Connor; A Song Will Rise/Peter, Paul, & Mary; Songs of Ireland, Vol. 3/Various Artists
As I went a walking over Gilgarra Mountain
I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was counting.
First I drew me pistol and then I drew me rapier saying,
"Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver."
Mush-a-ring-um, dur-um, dow (x x x x x)
Whack-fol the daddy-o (x x)
Whack fol the daddy-o (x)
There's whiskey in the jar.
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket to take home to darling Jenny.
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never are so easy.
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
To dream of gold and jewels and of course it wasn't a wonder.
Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water.
Then called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
The next morning early, a'fore I rose to travel
Came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
I go to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier
But a prisoner I was taken I couldn't shoot the water.
They put me into jail with the judge all a-writing:
Robbing Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain.
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down
And bid a farewell to this tight fisted town.
I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army
Don't know where he's stationed in Cork or in Killarney.
Together we'd do roaming o'er the mountains of Kilkenny
And I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darling sporting Jenny.