The Singing Scoutmaster: Whiskey In The Jar (Gilgarra Mountain)

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As CI was a goin' over AmGilgarra Mountain,

I Fspied Colonel Farrell and his Cmoney he was countin'.

CFirst I drew me pistols, and Amthen I drew me rapier, sayin'

F"Stand and deliver for I Cam your bold deceiver."

Mush-a-Gring-um duram da,

CWhack fol the daddy-o,

AmWhack fol the Fdaddy-o,

There's Cwhiskey Gin the Cjar.

He Ccounted out his money and it Ammade a pretty penny.

I Fput in me pocket to take Chome to darlin' Jenny.

She Csighed and swore she loved me and Amnever would deceive me,

But the Fdevil take the women for they Calways lie so easy.

Mush-a-Gring-um duram da,

CWhack fol the daddy-o,

AmWhack fol the Fdaddy-o,

There's Cwhiskey Gin the Cjar.

I Cwent into me chamber all Amfor to take a slumber,

To Fdream of gold and girls, and o'Ccourse it was no wonder-

Me CJenny took me charges and she Amfilled them up with water,

FCalled on Colonel Farrell to get Cready for the slaughter.

Mush-a-Gring-um duram da,

CWhack fol the daddy-o,

AmWhack fol the Fdaddy-o,

There's Cwhiskey Gin the Cjar.

CNext mornin' early befAmore I rose to travel,

A' Fcame a band o' footmen and Clikewise Colonel Farrell.

I Cgoes to draw me pistol for she'd Amstole away me rapier,

But a Fprisoner I was taken- I Ccouldn't shoot the water.

Mush-a-Gring-um duram da,

CWhack fol the daddy-o,

AmWhack fol the Fdaddy-o,

There's Cwhiskey Gin the Cjar.

They Cput me into jail, with the Amjudge all a-writin':

"For Frobbin' Colonel Farrell on CGilgarra Mountain."

But they Cdidn't take me fists so I Amknocked the jailer down,

And Fbid a farewell to this Ctight-fisted town.

Mush-a-Gring-um duram da,

CWhack fol the daddy-o,

AmWhack fol the Fdaddy-o,

There's Cwhiskey Gin the Cjar.

I'd Clike to find me brother, the Amone that's in the army.

I Fdon't know where he's stationed, in CCork or in Killarney.

CTogether we'd go roamin' o'er the Ammountains of Kilkenny,

And I Fswear he'd treat me fairer than me Cdarlin' sportin' Jenny.

Mush-a-Gring-um duram da,

CWhack fol the daddy-o,

AmWhack fol the Fdaddy-o,

There's Cwhiskey Gin the Cjar.

There's Csome takes delight in the Amcarriages and rollin',

And Fsome takes delight in the Churley or the bollin'.

But CI takes delight in the Amjuice of the barley,

FCourtin' pretty maids in the Cmornin' oh so early.

Mush-a-Gring-um duram da,

CWhack fol the daddy-o,

AmWhack fol the Fdaddy-o,

There's Cwhiskey Gin the Cjar.