Whiskey In The Jar lyrics by The Dubliners
Information:Following conventional lyric notation practice, words are broken into syllables to interpret the phrasing of the lyrics. Each word syllable in the lyrics below represents a note on the vocal part of this arrangement. A hyphen '-' or trailing hyphens following a word syllable indicates that the word syllable is extended over more than one note.
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Title:Whiskey In The Jar
Key Signature:A Minor
Artist:The Dubliners
Songwriter:Traditional. Arrangement. The Dubliners
Copyright:Traditional(Public Domain)
HR:MN:SC
Total Running Time:00:03:13
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As I was go-in' o-ver
the far famed Ker-ry moun-tains
I met with Cap-tain Far-rell and
his mon-ey he was coun-tin'
I first pro-duced my pis-tol
and I then pro-duced my ra-pier
Said 'stand and de-liv-er
for you are a bold de-cei-ver'
Mush-a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
There's whis-key in the jar
I count-ed out his mon-ey
and it made a pret-ty pen-ny
I put it in my pock-et and
I brought it home to Jen-ny
She sighed and she swore
that she nev-er would de-ceive me
But the dev-il take the wom-en
for they nev-er can be eas-y
Mush-a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
There's whis-key in the jar
I went in-to my chamb-er
all for to take a slum-ber
I dreamt of gol-den jewels and
for sure it was no won-der
But Jen-ny drew me charg-ers
and she filled 'em up with wat-er
Then she sent for Cap-tain Far-rell
to be read-y for the slaugh-ter
Mush-a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
There's whis-key in the jar
It was ear-ly in the morn-in'
just be-fore I rose to trav-el
Up comes a band of foot-men
and like--wise Cap-tain Far-rell
I first pro-duced me pis-tol for
she'd stol-en a-way me rap-ier
But I could-n't shoot the wat-er
so a pris-oner I was tak-en
Mush-a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
There's whis-key in the jar
Now there's some take de-light
in the car-ria-ges a rol-ling
and oth-ers take de-light in
the hur-ling and the bowl-ing
but I take de-light in
the juice of the bar-ley
and court-ing pret-ty fair maids
in the morn-ing bright and ear-ly
Mush-a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
There's whis-key in the jar
If an-y-one can aid me
'tis my broth-er in the ar-my
If I can find his sta-tion in
Cork or in Kil-lar-ney
And if he'll go with me,
we'll go rov-in' through Kil-ken-ney
And I'm sure he'll treat me bet-ter
than my own a-spor-ting Jen-ny
Mush-a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
There's whis-key in the jar
Mush-a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
Whack fall the dad-dy-o
There's whis-key in the jar
