C                    Am
As I was going over the far fam'd Kerry Mountains,
  F                                C               G
I met with Captain Farrel, and his money he was countin',
     C                            Am
I first produced me pistol, and I then produced me rapier,
         F                         C
Sayin': "Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver".

      G
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
C
Whack fol de daddy o,
F
Whack fol de daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar.

   C                    Am
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
  F                                C               G
I put it in my pocket, and I took it home to Jenny,
     C                            Am
She sighed, and she swore that she never would deceive me,
         F                         C
But the devil takes the women for they never can be easy.

      G
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
C
Whack fol de daddy o,
F
Whack fol de daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar.

   C                    Am
I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber,
  F                                C               G
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder,
     C                            Am
But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them out with water,
         F                         C
Then sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter.

      G
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
C
Whack fol de daddy o,
F
Whack fol de daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar.

   C                    Am
'Twas early in the morning just before I rose to travel,
  F                                C               G
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise, Captain Farrel,
     C                            Am
I first produced me pistol for she'd stolen away me rapier,
         F                         C
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.

      G
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
C
Whack fol de daddy o,
F
Whack fol de daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar.

   C                    Am
Now, there's some take delight in the carriages 'a rolling
  F                                C               G
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
     C                            Am
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
         F                         C
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

      G
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
C
Whack fol de daddy o,
F
Whack fol de daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar.

   C                    Am
If anyone can aid me 'tis my brother in the army,
  F                                C               G
If I can find his station, in Cork or in Killarney,
     C                            Am
And if he'll go with me we'll go roving in Kilkenny,
         F                         C
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my old sporting Jenny.

      G
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
C
Whack fol de daddy o,
F
Whack fol de daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar.
      G
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
C
Whack fol de daddy o,
F
Whack fol de daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar.