Whiskey in the jar

When I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
Saying, "Stand and deliver, for you are my bold deceiver!"

Whack for the diddle-day
Whack for the diddle-o
Whack for the diddle-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I counted on me money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and gave it to me Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber for to take a slumber
I dreamt of golden jewels, but sure it was no wonder
For Jenny took my charges and filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

It was early in the morning before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me and likewise, Captain Farrell
I then produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisioner I was taken

If anyone can aid it's my brother in the army
I think that he is stationed in Cork or in Killarney
And if he come and join me, we go roving in Kilkeney
I swear he'll treat me fairer than my darling sporting Jenny