As I was going over yon kilgary mountain,
I saw captain farrell and his money he was countin'.
I first produced me pistol and then pulled forth me rapier,
Saying "stand and deliver for I am the bold receiver".

Chorus:
Mush a ree doo a dum, do a dar,
Wach fol me daddio, wach fol me daddio,
Wach fol me daddio,
There's whiskey in the jar.

I counted out the money, and it was a pretty penney,
So i put them in my pocket for to take them home to jenny.
She swore and she sighed, that she would never leave me,
But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy.

I went up to me chamber, all for to take a slumber,
To dream of golden jewels and for take it was no wonder,
That jenny took me pistols and she filled them up with water,
And sent for captain farrell to make handy for the slaughter.

I woke up early next morning, 'twixt six and seven,
With guards around me bed, in numbers odd and even.
I flew for me pistols, but alas I was mistaken,
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.

They threw me into jail, without no judge or writing,
For robbing captain farrell up on yon kilgary mountain,
But they didn't take me fists so i knocked the jailor down,
And i bid a fond farewell to that jail in sligo town.

Now some takes delight in the carriages a-rollin'.
And somes takes delights in the hurly and the bowling,
Now me i takes delight in the juices of the barley,
And courting pretty maids in the morning bright and early.

Whiskey in the Jar