The Irish Rovers – Whiskey In The Jar (Ukulele)

  C                    Am
As I was going over the Cork & Kerry mountain

  F                                C            G
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.

  C                         Am
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier.

     F                        C         G
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

F
musha ring dumma do damma da

C
whack for the daddy 'ol

F
whack for the daddy 'ol

        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 brought it home to Jenny.

   C                    Am
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,

  F                                C            G
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

F
musha ring dumma do damma da

C
whack for the daddy 'ol

F
whack for the daddy 'ol

        C       G      C
there's whiskey in the jar

   C                    Am
I went into my chamber, 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 took my charges and she filled them up with water,

  F                                C            G
and send for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

F
musha ring dumma do damma da

C
whack for the daddy 'ol

F
whack for the daddy 'ol

        C       G      C
there's whiskey in the jar

   C                    Am
It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel,

  F                                C            G
the guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.

   C                    Am
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,

  F                                C            G
but I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

F
musha ring dumma do damma da

C
whack for the daddy 'ol

F
whack for the daddy 'ol

        C       G      C
there's whiskey in the jar

   C                    Am
If anyone can aid me, it's 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 come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,

  F                                C            G
and I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny

F
musha ring dumma do damma da

C
whack for the daddy 'ol

F
whack for the daddy 'ol

        C       G      C
there's whiskey in the jar

   C                    Am
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,

  F                                C            G
but others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.

   C                    Am
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,

  F                                C            G
and courting pretty Jenny in the morning bright and early

F
musha ring dumma do damma da

C
whack for the daddy 'ol

F
whack for the daddy 'ol

        C       G      C
there's whiskey in the jar