WHISKEY IN THE JAR
As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced me pistol and then produced me rapier
Saying stand and deliver for you are me bold deciever.
With me ring-ama-dumel-em-da
Whack fol the didle day
Whack fol ma didle o
There's whiskey in the jar.
I counted out me money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I gave it to me Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would decieve me
But devil take the women for they never can be easy.
I went into me chamber for to take a slumber
I dreamt of golden jewels and sure it was no wonder
For Jenny took me charges and filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.
'T was early in the morning before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrell
I then produced me pistol for she stole away me repier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
If anyone can aid me it's me brother in the army
I think that he is stationed in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'd come and join me, we'd go rovin'in Kilkenny
I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darling sporting Jenny.
Note: this is a lively song very popular in Ireland. It is the story of a highwayman who is betrayed by the woman he loves and is subsequently taken prisoner.