Ronan Keating - Whiskey In The Jar Lyrics
I was a-goin over gilgarra mountainI met with captain farrell, and his money he was countin.First I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier,Sayin stand and deliver, for I am your bold deceiver.Musha ringum duram da,Whack fol the daddy-o,Whack fol the daddy-o,Theres whiskey in the jar.He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny;I put it in my pocket to take home to jenny.She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me,But the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy!Musha ringum duram daI went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder:Me jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,Called on captain farrell to get ready for the slaughter.Musha ringum duram daNext mornin early, before I rose for travel,Up came a band of footmen and likewise captain farrell.I goes to draw my pistol, for shed stole away my rapier,But I couldnt shoot for water, so a prisoner I was takenMusha ringum duram daThey put me into jail with a judge all a-writin:For robbin colonel farrell on gilgarra mountain.But they didnt take me fists and I knocked the jailer downAnd bid me a farewell to this tight-fisted town.Musha ringum duram daId like to find me brother, the one whos in the army;I dont know where hes stationed, be it cork or in killarney.Together wed go roamin oer the mountains of kilkenny,And I swear hed treat me fairer than my darlin sportin jenny!Musha ringum duram daTheres some that takes delight in the carriages and rollin,Some that takes delight in the hurley or the bollin,But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,Courtin pretty maids in the mornin, o so early!Musha ringum duram da
