Whiskey In The Jar II

As I was going over the far-famed Kerry Mountains I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver for you are my bold deceiver" With your whack fol the diddle day Whack fol the diddle oh whack fol the diddle Oh, there's whiskey in the jar. I counted out my money and it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket and I gave it to my Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take the women for they never can be easy With your whack fol the diddle day Whack fol the diddle oh whack fol the diddle Oh, there's whiskey in the jar. I went into my chamber for to take a slumber I dreamt of golden jewels and sure it was no wonder For Jenny took my charges and filled them up with water And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter With your whack fol the diddle day Whack fol the diddle oh whack fol the diddle Oh, there's whiskey in the jar. 'Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel The guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrell I then produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken With your whack fol the diddle day Whack fol the diddle oh whack fol the diddle Oh, there's whiskey in the jar. If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army I think that he is stationed in Cork or in Killarney And if he'd come and join me, we'd go rovin' in Kilkenny I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darling sporting Jenny With your whack fol the diddle day Whack fol the diddle oh whack fol the diddle Oh, there's whiskey in the jar.