Tekstovi: Dubliners. Whisky 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 ravior
Said: "Stand and deliver" for he was a bold deceiver
Chorus:
Musha ring dumma do dumma daa
Wack fol the daddy-ol
Wack fol the daddy-ol
There's whisky in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and brought it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the woman for they never can be easy
Chorus
I went up to me chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder

But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to ready for the slaughter
Chorus
'Twas early in the morning just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footman and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stolen away me ravior
I couldn't shoot for water so a prisoner a was taken
Chorus
If anyone can aid tis my brother in the army
If I could find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'd come with me we'll go roamin' in Killkenny
And I'm sure he treat me better than me own a'sportin Jenny
Chorus