By Eoghan O’Reilly
Whiskey in the Jar Trad.
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met with Sargeant Farrell and his money he was counting
First produced my pistol, then produced my rapier
Saying “Stand and deliver, for I am a money taker!”
Whack-for the daddy-o, whack-for the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women ‘cause they never can be easy
I went up to my chamber to take a little slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and, for sure, it was no wonder.
Jenny stole me charges and she filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.
It was early in the morning, just as I rose to travel
I spied a band of brigands and likewise Captain Farrell.
First produced my pistol, for she’d stole away me rapier
I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
If anyone can help me ‘tis my brother in the army
If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney.
And if I could engage him we’d go roving in Kilkenny
I trust he’d trat me fairer than me darlin’, cheatin’ Jenny.