The Pogues – Whiskey In The Jar (Guitar)

   C                    Am
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains,

  F                                C
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was count'n.

                                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
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny.

                                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
I dreamt of gold and jewels and sure it was no wonder,

                                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
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell;

                                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
If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney.

                                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
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'.

                                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