"Whiskey in the Jar," a song about a notorious Irish highwayman Patrick Fleming who was hanged in 1650, has become one of Ireland's most beloved songs, a true rebel air that stirs the passions. There's whiskey in the jar Next day just as I was leavin', was early in the mornin' The captain and his soldiers came at me without warnin' I then produced my pistol, she stole away my sabre I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken Musha ringum durm'da Whack fol the daddy-o Whack fol the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar There's whiskey in the jar. [Verse 5] If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army. If I but knew his station be it Cork or in Killarney. And if he'd come and join me, we'd go roving in
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Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Takin' my money with me, but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o
[Chorus] G Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, C Whack for the daddy ol', F Whack for the daddy ol', C G C There's whiskey in the jar. [Verse] 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
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