Whiskey in the Jar Songtext
von The Dubliners

As I was going over the fair glen Kelly mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, I then produced my rapier
Saying stand and deliver or you are a bold deceiver
Musha ring dumma do da
Whack for my daddy old
Whack for my daddy old
There′s whiskey in the jar
I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber
My silver, gold and jewels I showed him all no wonder
Jenny took me pistol, she filled it up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
Musha ring dumma do da
Whack for my daddy old
Whack for my daddy old
There's whiskey in the jar
Early in the morning just before I rose for travel
Up came a band of troopers and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol for my rapier she had stolen
I couldn′t shoot the water and a prisoner I was taken


Musha ring dumma do da
Whack for my daddy old
Whack for my daddy old
There's whiskey in the jar
If there's anyone can aid me, it′s my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
If he′ll go with me, we'll go roving in Kilkenny
And I′m sure he'll treat me better than me sly deceiving Jenny
Musha ring dumma do da
Whack for my daddy old
Whack for my daddy old
There′s whiskey in the jar
There's some take delight in the calder all rolling
And others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
Musha ring dumma do da
Whack for my daddy old
Whack for my daddy old
There′s whiskey in the jar
Musha ring dumma do da
Whack for my daddy old
Whack for my daddy old
There's whiskey in the jar