Letra da Música Whiskey In The Jar de Terra Celta

As I was going over the Kilmagenny Mountain
I met with captain Farrel and his money was counting
I First produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy'ol
Whack for the daddy'ol
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 brought it home to Jenny
She Said and she swore, that she never would deceime 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 gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
and send for Captain Farrel 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 Farrel
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier.
but I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
but others take delight in the gambling and the smoking
but I take delight in the juice of the Barley
and courting pretty Jenny in the morning bright so early