Whiskey In the Jar chords
Irish Folk

   C                    Am             
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains,
  F                                C            G
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was count'n.
   C                           Am   
I first produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier,
       F                         C  
Saying stand and deliver for you are the bold deceiver.

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the 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 me 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 take the women for they never can be easy.

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar

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

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar

  C                         Am
'Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel,
  F                            C                G
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell;
  C                                Am
I first produce my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
      F                              C
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar

  C                         Am
And if anyone can aid me, 'tis my brother in the army,
  F                             C          G
If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney.
  C                                  Am
And if he'd come and join me we'd go roving through Kilkenny,
    F                              C
I'm sure he'd treat me fairer than my own sporting Jenny.

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar

  C                         Am
There's some takes delight in the carriages a rolling,
  F                       C              G
Some takes delight in the hurlin' or the bowlin'.
  C                        Am
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
    F                                 C
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar