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Santiano - Whiskey in the Jar 2012 Altes Irisches Volkslied As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced his pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying “Stand and deliver“ for he were a bold deceiver Musha rig um du rum da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money, it made a pretty penny I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take the women for they never can be easy Musha rig um du rum da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder But Jenny drew me charges, she filled them up with water Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
